Saturday, June 14, 2014

Unaccepted expectation

 
You expect me
To be happy
With all the ill
Outside my windowsill
All the chaos rising
All the compromising
I feel like resigning
This world is whining
You expect me
To be happy
It's just so hard
When falling apart
I clench to the light
Hoping it will be alright
Not getting better only worse
We are living in a curse
You expect me
To be happy
With all the ill
Outside my windowsill
 © Jerry Langdon 2014

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Hell's Halls







A  banshee wail fell
Breaching the silence
Of this deserted stairwell
A tortured hail of pain
Echoing without resistance
In haunting refrain
Chilling to the bone
Source still unknown
Dead silence did fall
Naught a heartbeat heard
As though time stood still
Throughout the abandoned hall
Not a whispered word
Penetrated this muted ill
I dared to venture
Of my findings sure
Some domestic fight
Behind one of the doors
That shook the walls
Not meant for public sight
But fled over the floors
As frightening banshee calls
Finally reaching my Goal
Where Time's decrepit finger fell
The cry shattered my Soul
This gate to Hell
What I had found
I never dreamt to find
Left me without Sound
Struck me blind
In these halls I roam
Death has made its home
© Jerry Langdon 2014

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Not here

What is the light
So empty
What is the night
So lonely
What is a meal
So tasteless
Why even feel
So senseless
Then I fear
You're not here
To enlighten me
To comfort me
To fill me
To love me
Yes I fear
You're not here
What is a home
So confining
What is a Stone
So undermining
What is tomorrow
Never come
Deep in sorrow
I am numb
Then I fear
You're not here
To free me
To encourage me
To accompany me
To love me
Yes I fear
You're not here


© Jerry Langdon 2014

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Oger Oger

Off I stride into the Obsidian void
Save a shimmer; light is devoid
The glow of the sickle Overhead
Highlighting the darkness I dread
Thousand stabbing eyes glaring
From endless darkness staring
A hermit in his solitude constrained
Packed in the leather bag
In which our true selves are contained
A recluse in a fleshy rag
I witness the oger trudging by
Dragging carcasses before my eye
Carnivorous beast gnawing bone
Depleting them of marrow
With a burdened groan
The odor of death in tow
The brute swings its fleshy flails
Towing cadavers in its trails
Sniffing for any whiff
Of prey at its griff
Bloodthirsty carnivore
Rancid to the core
While all else slumbers
The oger lumbers
Leaving the stench of decay
And I; the hermit; its carrion prey

© Jerry Langdon 2014

Under the rasberry moon



I was caressing a celestial wind
when I was holding you
Felt wings sprouting...
unfolding, as we took aflight
Soaring high
Heaven near
Obliviant to time
only you on my mind
Onward we flew
under a rasberry moon
Through crimson skies
O'er violet seas
Passing sepian mountains
and flaming dales
But my eyes saw nothing
other than your beauty
So unthoughtful
We began to fall
I fell for you
under the rasberry moon
© Jerry Langdon 2013

Wake me

My will is daunted
my dreams haunted
by the blight
that has taunted
me night for night

This vile beast
from hell released
terrorizing my brain
as devils feast
upon my mental pain

Every step taken
I wish to awaken
unsure if I sleep
then I may be mistaken
and the wounds are deep

The cold flow
of sanguine shadow
that Inch down slowly
are not tears of sorrow
but the blood of the unholy

The very souls of drear
who breath and bleed fear
whose laughter is insanity
and continue to near
Please wake me

© Jerry Langdon 2014