Catacombs of Paris, skeletons, death, disease, murder
Spiritual

Below six: Catacombs of Paris

Deep below six lies the catacombs of Paris. stacked up there, Down below city ground, they lie undisturbed drowned in deep dark peace. they speak profound silence and sleep. over six million meatless bones keep twitching feet. no one knows which skull belongs to whom. hundreds of years ago the perfume of death was a… Continue reading Below six: Catacombs of Paris

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stand and look down, grave, death, love and loss, poetry, steven humphreys
Spiritual

Stand and look down

Don't bother yourself anymore my dear friend Put away the deep red wine and the matching wine glasses I shall drink no more for I am no longer here by your side Stand and look down I am under such a beautiful blanket of grass warming my bones Yes, it is me your old friend… Continue reading Stand and look down

if I were born before, poetry, steven humphreys
Life, Nostalgia, Spiritual

If I were born before

if I were born before... four times even more don't let me go through this mess I've made for myself once again tell me what's in store believe you me I never get bored then I stay in my mind amusing myself trapped in time have I rebuilt my bastion full of ego and passion?… Continue reading If I were born before

fear, desert, death, bones in the sun, god
Spiritual

Fearless mimic

Fearless mimic teasing brain seismic gimmick eschew abstain withhold refrain running main frame masters gators restless erasure limited stature lost nature canteen dry dried tears cried strong red sky long baked bones thousand flies dusted dread hollowed head emptied eyes earthen bed hawks dive rabbits flee hallowed ground hour three.  

matter of fact, spiritual, god, guardian angel, death
Spiritual

Matter of fact

The voice overhead said, 'you're dead'. I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders and replied 'who are you and what did you say'? 'I am what you were my son and you are still dead'. 'I don't feel dead'. 'Go talk to your friend Bill. He won't hear you because he is alive'. "OK.… Continue reading Matter of fact

vines, alone, death, struggle, living
Spiritual

Vines

I felt your smile like an apple with a worm popping its head out. I smelled your gaze as the morning waves crashed on the shore rocks. I heard your mind sing out loud and it tasted like cheap wine as your vines crawled up my spine. yet, you were not here in body. My… Continue reading Vines

haply, poetry, steven humpheys, god, death
Spiritual

Hapless

Hapless we are surviving life daily haply bathed in dew covered lawns at all wonder tide at noon babbling brook yonder up hills in recompense souls sincerely trembling fathers wandering rogue eloquent gladness and musings shall fill our breathless natural prisoner freed in outlash to open cloudless skies

tunnel, poetry, steven humphreys, madness, death
Spiritual

Tunnel

You stopped at the entrance to a tunnel and there you hang in limbo for the green light to change crazy mind electric eyes icing on the cake purified by night run with wolves sleep wake another full glass it's time to see to taste can you hear? it's calling you... it is this that… Continue reading Tunnel