Jiggles's blog: "my misc. poetry"

Sitting here staring at the clock All the rage inside I try to block. My soul is in a pit of fire. Burning with a fuel so ire. Love and joy is frozen in an icy tomb. And darkness has began to consume. Consuming my mind, body, and soul. Swallowing my entire being up whole. Devastation will only be left in its wake. I have to fight for control for my own sake. If I dont I know Ill surely die. Goto hell and eternally fry. Sitting here staring at the clock. As the darkness continues to mock. Seeing I have no dignity nor any pride. For tears of hate is all Ive cried. I see how angry and cold Ive grown. Its the only thing my darkness has shown. Pushing away those who truely care. Because its only my cross to bare. With this Im destined to be alone. Into my darkness Ive been thrown. Wanting Death to put me in the ground. For my lunacy has become unbound. So I sit here staring at the clock. Waiting for that final tick-tock. Come Death, take me from this place. Let me see your grim bony face.

I kept hearing them call my name. One soft, the other harsh voice connected together. Although I saw no one, I could feel them close by. And I heard cries and moans of other children, sounding as if they were coming from halls. That echo sound that lingers on. And long trails from up above hung strings or thread of gold. It's beauty cast it's colors upon my eyes. And I felt drawn to follow the glimmering reflection that seemed to be moving along the path. My name growing louder and louder as I pursued the gentle glow. The aria kept it's tune. The coldness that surrounded me seemed to signify all that darkness is all about. And when I turned and looked behind me, there was nothing in it's presence. It was like a hole and it seemed to be taking in whatever stood in it's view. Moving faster to escape this entity, no soon as a cast in the eye, I was at the bottom of a pit and I saw emeralds encased in the pillars that surrounded the circle above. And above me, ash-red smoke lingered about. The burning sensation traveled through my feet and I found no comfort. And out of the ground entwined in fire, penetrated in me, cold blood-red eyes. Hurting me still, sucking out my breath. I stood frozen, unable to move as it ordered me down. The presage was overbearing. Something's wrong, the return glance impossible to explain, everything distorted, the colors all about. The acid rain fell hard on my skin and I could feel crushed in my chest and I couldn't breathe anymore, and all went silent. And when I awoke, I watched it crawl into the dome and transformed into a rope. It extended above. I began to levitate, inching closer and closer. And when it encircled my neck and held a strong grip upon me, my life escaping. And I heard chimes ringing about the entanglement. And once again the air ran smooth. All the darkness escaped and the light saved us all. And the cries diminished into laughter and the children were set free. The halls became empty, and all that was left was me.

Thunder ripped through the skies while the clouds dripped blood on those that forgot the rules of the soldiers of the underworld. Multiple raging fires consumed the streets. Contaminating our minds, our bodies, and stealing our breath. The new dawn would escape into yesterday. Through this anarchy, I saw their anger, the narrow tightness that seemed unjust. And others I saw when self-control was lost and they bordered on madness. The pain of their weapons melted into our bodies. Shattered pieces scattered. Encased in the walls I could see the bodies, lined up one by one with their mission parameter of taking the fingers of the holders of hope. Where is my God to shine his light upon me? And I hid alongside the corridors and peered from side to side to find my safest exit. Through the madness I could still see that time was a race to survival. But there stand the faces of Death approaching waiting to complete the fate. I did not know the depths I would travel through this fight to freedom. Yet still, they heard the pounding in my heart and the fear that escaped through my breath. Taking me and leaving me with the faint illumination of the dark parts of our mind. Constricted in this enclosed entity with it's frame of reference and it's fixed points of opposition. Trapped in this pit of darkness I remembered when the spirit wants to fly and the mind wants to die, and your hands remain chained, and the end of the road is Heaven. In this tunnel there laid an audible frequency distributed equally through it's course. This white hole in which matter and energy emerge. Upon entering the harrowing winds swept me down and carried me to it's Mother-home. And I knelt and I wept as I looked on. Confronting this molted metal dripping from it's eyes. This serpent with it's black wings ascending around it's back. The dragon being born of immense electrical surges bearing the power of breathing flames engulfed my very soul in a battle I fought to control. Endless thoughts escaping, nowhere to run for the things that are left undone. And in my weakest hour and on my darkest moment I could still gaze beyond the rain. And to which I stood so bold and stared into it's eyes, closing my eyes forever to this mere child of rage.