Red Shift

Black and white
straight to
red.
Still soothing silence
shaking its'
head.
Alive or dead? Whichever
is which.
Digging skin deep; its'
starting to
itch.

From this to that in
a second
flat.
Red is dead, sour, bitter,
flat.
Kiss it goodbye in one
final breath.
Red shift the moment;
witness this selfless
death...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
1/3/2012

Rebellion at the Gates.

Steel the tower
before the
fall.
Intelligible tongues
speak to
all.
Awake imprisoned
to distant
lands.
Trembling, furious,
agitate the
sands.

So the gates lay
open.
One more token for
the ferry man.
Is my name in that
book of
gold?
In those tales of old
as part of some
master plan?

Damn the waters
within the moat.
Damn the man, and
damn his boat.
Name in a book? They
just hope to gloat...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
1/3/2012

Halls of Plato

So you want to enter
these sacred halls?
To read the writing on
these walls?

Listen man, earn your
place,
Get your stripes, dirty
your face.

Die to the noise and
leave yourself
behind,
Unwind, emerge, fresh,
radiant, true,
View it all through eyes
anew,
Come inside, meet the
real you...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
1/3/2012

Trance.

Maimed, invisible; once
invincible, ever mortal
skin.
Eyes praise to sin; drowning
pale light within.
Dawn, a new day in
darkness,
Sparkless until the
light is free.

Can't see; laughing lunatic,
Frantic fanatic, what can
you really teach?
So much for speech, cutting,
etching layers;
Distant prayers yearn in
silence,
Bound in violence, crimson
stained trance.

Dance, undulating the whole
thing down,
Drown the sore; free the best,
Immortal craving, immoral
feast.
Ever more 'til the very
last has ceased...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
1/3/2012