777 Warrior Poet

Like a ghost from my past.
A wraith.
I saw her face, and although she had changed it, again,
it was her.
like so many countless times before, she stole my
breath, attention, mood.
She holds every mans attention without holding their eyes
forcing herself upon my acknowledgement.
without my consent.
She is inocent in appearance. Young. Tender.
But her eyes.
Steel eyes fill her sockets.
Her existance is my destruction. She knows why she is here.
She looks at me.
I bar my fangs and smile. Politely.… Continue

i walk forward,
out from the cover of the mossy tree that hid me in its shadow.
a small breeze stirs in the trees, rocking them slightly.
in my hand is a sword and on my back are three more.
i carry a shield on my left arm, and the blade in my right hand
is as razor sharp as the day it was forged on the mountain of my Lord.
i am robed in white, dipped in the blood of my enemies,
the enemies of my Lord.
i wait.
looking to my left and then to my right, i see
my brothers and sisters, stepping out o… Continue

why does she seek me out?
what is it about me that she has to look so hard for me?
that she doesnt lap until im helpless on her lap?
what is it that draws her to me?
what is it in her that lusts for my blood? for my destruction?
how do i run from someone who surrounds you?
she is my favorite most hated stalker.
im her hated most favorite little boy.
she doesnt even see me as a man, just some silly boy.
just like the rest she expects me to fall.
like all the rest she isnt surprised when i do and… Continue

In Loving Memory of the Memory I Never Had
~Justin <><

we walk in a single file line.
our heads hung, both pondering and reminissing memories we've never had.
wearing black and marching to the funneral dirge that is tonelessly being played by our own personal bands and euntorages.
we all bear our own personal caskets that fill as we march down the the road of life.
with each step we take our lives drain into these hallowed cocoons, waiting for the chance to be burried in their mass gra… Continue

Rain
~Justin <><



rain.
i stand in an open field.
rain pours on my head, chilling me, refreshing me.
tilting my head back, i look to the grey, roiling sky,
the clouds above are swirling, moving, stirring.
its as if i am looking up at the ground of a great war but only seeing nothing...
the combattants seem to stir the sky,
their battleground.
rain soaks my clothes, they cling to me, my arms are to my side, my eyes..
my eyes observe the same thing my ears do.
thunder echoes around me,… Continue