Dead Sea
Dead Sea
A sea with no life, I have come to be historically
Known,
An etched out stretch of dead water in this desolate
Catacomb.
A body of water, without the means of life
Nor off spring.
Like a song, no longer with rhythm, can we
Sing.
Like a laden pallet, of burnt brown rust, chronically I
Flow.
Destination remains my mystery, as I go where
The wind blow.
Moon lit slivers, laid out, as though a corpse long
Dead,
Hides dark, lonesome, consequences, of waters run
Red.
An umbilical cord of mysteries, never to be, cut is
Tied,
Deep within, your bosom of doom, no baby dare to
Hide.
Substance of liquidated sorrows, flown through your
Matter.
The prime culprits, that leaves bare, a fisherman’s
Platter.
I’ve sucked dry, the sands of my surrounding sea
Shores
The sweet, though bitter nothings, that I spew,
From my core
Life, as you know it, travels not, through my
Deprivated veins
Mine is full of fallacies, bigotries and denounces,
Even Jesus, true name.
Thirst for my bitter nectar and you’ll hunger
For it no more,
For the remains of you to, will be found upon
My sea floor.
The works, which known and boast aren’t wrote
Upon tomb stones,
But they are one spoken and talked of amongst
Scattered bones.
Though now I find myself, bound by this sea of
Stolen nights,
I travel it alone, guided only by the darkest of
All lights.
Jim
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Wow (Brother) William!!!!
The compliment you gave would
make the person, as they would say throw the baby out with the bath water, in essence,
( make the reader wonna place the poem aside,(outside), of the frame, that it
had been put in place for due to your, champion of a compliment of all
compliments. You shredded that poem a part actually analyzing and amazing the
heck out of me, everything you spoke on, was out done by each word that preceded
it. If every poem had what you just placed on this one, an analytical point of
view of the poem, a true foot note, depicting its internal content. Your pure
knowledge of this poems origin, turned ‘’a
poem’’ into an amazing history, through a well told ‘’short story’’ of the ancient pass by (Sir) WILLIAMJI MARVELI and spoken on it you did, So well, I felt I was
mealy holding the pointer at the chalk board you were using, in such a grand,
presantative fashion. History becomes you my bother and through you I felt as
though I was on the true discovery channel listening to you light up the night,
with your electrical light show. A great
job and handled with extreme ease and with all the substance involved, was of
interesting, attention demanding value. You are the King of your castle sir and
friend for which I would promise, if need be, to follow a far and beyond…..Take
Care,(SIR) Cosmo Funnel himself, (Sir) WILLIAMJI MARVELI. Thank you from all in my
family and I am sure the “Cosmo Funnel family,’’ to your family with love (Sir)
William…
The kindest and utmost regards,
Jim Arnold
A month could pass by and this poem
would be unread
six months would pass and this
poem would be unread
An entire year would pass
Dead Sea would be unread
this is a lifetime of study
i do not underestimate this poem
and it's author!