Decay of Man

*MP*

Swim the Universe in a day.
Come with me to the moon,
The stars and sun.

What do you dream?
Do you question eternity in Gods?
Or Ghosts? Or the decay of Man?

Why the want of morning
When the light brings only
darkness?

Those Words

*MP*

I remember those golden words,
Singing, lingering, haunting;
Hot with the breath from ghostly voices
Blown away in streaming memory.

Surrounding old gods with magic.
Not sacred words but from a spirit
Soaked in glory, free to shine.
I must remember them

A Dose of Blasphemy

*MP*

What gods are these that embrace
A bleeding universe with eternal hands,
Yet fail to reach the blind and broken hearts of Man,
While blushing angels surround those sorry souls
In a dancing breeze that does little to soothe,
Save cooling the skin with sweet caress?