A few poems

[kevo1986]

Gift of the day
Each day a gift
to learn see and lift
yourself above the rift,
T.V zombies do not drift
only sit their minds in a tift.

Find what you seek
not in dreams oblique.
Finding it hard, no clique?
you wander to the boutique
to make sure when you walk, you squeak.

All is intwined
so let your cogs grind,
don't hesitate to find
all that lies within your mind
consciousness approved not confined.

A plane of it's own
The darkness poured into me again
as I seek a muse awakened.
Stirred from it's world
a plane of its own and summoned
to affect my deed.
For this fame is encaptured by
unatural forces, which
invade, and invent,
produce 'art'.
To share with this darkness a place
in your soul is to be guided
somewhat blindly along.
Now that its here the words will be written
by me yet not of my own.
The word will be spread as I am the mask
to a creature dark and consuming.
Hours it took to finish its task
I come to, weak and alone.
The darkness is Set and the Sun
it is high, shining down on the shells.

Corrupted
Under a constant barrage, of occult deliveries
thrown deep inside me.
My heart beats to the drop of coins
as my subconscious, fills with poison.
God's dice beneath me, Devil aces above me,
my sense and trust is turned around.
My heart yet is strong as the years they fly by,
not a cure but disease, life prolonged.
Taught what to think instead of how to
think on my own,
this abuse will tear me apart.
Though blind to these eyes, I cannot
quite see, my earthly body is not quite
my own.
Even my soul as I live on this earth
is being tarnished; corrupted to ripining.
The little escape is my space alone
were peace and quiet never lasts long.