Feel the chill of grave words shiver so cold in the quill Uni-Verse
Wherein poetry’s soul chill, we reign those deep dark depressions
To stain ink heavy, in feeling poetic pain, nailing cross words
That strike the match that flames a light that needs to write life.
Gravitate within the core being of one’s internal - inner Uni-Verse
That secluded sanctuary of temporal power’s cerebral creation blind vision.
Lost ‘n found part in weeping, to waste away inside - tattered remains,
Weathering wrinkles that evaporate torn within the rhyme ‘n reason.
Mourning rays of day breaks upon dawn’s living suicide survival blues
To scrape rug burned scarred knees in morning prayers that wail so hallow,
Where hollow eyes are filled with inner turmoil release to rail upon universe
Those paths less traveled, where thorns bleed open wound’s skeletal poetry.
David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 07/05/12 ©