Humming's poem thread

[The Hummingbird]

The Seam
A dream within my waking dream
Perhaps not a dream at all
But a place splitting at the seam
It punctures the fourth wall.
I fear all the things I feel
Which appear in such a dream
For they are a reality unreal
Splitting at the seam.
It frays, it fractures, then it tears.
And reveals to me such sights
As that appears - in nightmares
Of things which wail and bite.
I shiver for I am bereaved
Of all the images I see.
It seems forever I have been cleaved
From true reality.
What is a dream? I cannot tell
The dream from waking life
It twists, a lunatic carousel
It shows me grief and strife.
I cannot believe these mad visions
They cut me, through and through
They burn as fresh-made lesions
Of all the dreams I have accrued.
But perhaps that dream is not a dream
But true reality
Simply splitting at the seam.
A breathing hell, it seems to be
Released forevermore
To be released upon a dream.
A dream like death and torn lives torn
Torn asunder at the seams
By nightmares killing a sweet dream -
It has split so thoroughly!
At the separating seam!

[The Hummingbird]

The Grave
Beyond this world of riddled dust
Of dried blood dry as elder rust
Lies a grave as grave as Father Time
Sour as flesh stripped in boiled brine.

The clash of wars and mingled cries
Makes seethe the love and all our ties.
Tears heard beyond the world beyond
No longer whole or of our bond.

Never caring but not to care
Content to stare and only stare
Of the agony and cutting pain
Caused by hands and feel no shame.

Time flies; it ticks, until it stops.
Hands frozen by the freezing locks.
Unending even when time ends
Until all our souls could then transcend.

Hope with hope to one day rise
And make whole anew all of our ties.
Human again and all humane
We are too late to ease the pain.

Beyond this grave of straying dust
Soaked in blood dry as aging rust.
A world of life beyond our lives
In which we laughed at burning ties.

[The Hummingbird]

The Death

A solemn sigh, a forlorn cry
The last he heard before he died.
The pain was heard and all severe
Thus he ran afar into the clear.

He fled and raced before the sun
Minding not his burning lungs.
He dashed beneath the moon’s deep gaze
Until he ceased and stared amazed.

Patched beyond a blinding fog
A world anew he knew he saw.
Crystalline and sealed from grief
A world to grant a boon of peace.

He lunged and grasped with eager hands.
But found a purchase no more like sand.
It slipped between his fingers, gone.
It vanished like a dead lark’s song.

To the ground, he fell and screamed
He could not live what he had seen.
To declare his rage and cry despair.
His voice seared his flesh and scarred the air.

When it faded, a distanced sound
He dared then to turn around.
Returning to what was home
Though without him there he was alone.

A solemn sigh, a forlorn cry
Was the last he heard before he died.
The pain was dread and too severe
He could not escape into the clear.

[The Hummingbird]

The Killers



Hark’n to me and look to the South!
All brutish, all horrid, all truly uncouth!
Know ye this and flee from their way-
Blood will flow hot and wild this day!

They come in all shapes , flippers raised high!
With feathers and bills and fearsome war cries!
They swim and cut through thy oceans with ease!
They shan’t listen to shouts for mercy or pleas!

So hark’n to me – now look to the South!
Fearsome Antarctica, truly uncouth –
The Crested, the Emperors and the Snares!
Emerged at last, out from their lairs!

The Penguins! The Penguins! Greatest of birds!
The most vicious of fowls! Hark, hear my words!
It’s too late to run, yea, too late to hide!
Think you to fight? Hundreds already have died!

Look now – the Kings, the Royals, the Rockhoppers too!
They’ve awakened - look at the slaves they’ve accrued!
Controlling all sea lions, astride frozen ice caps
They’ve caught all lesser beasts and birds in their traps!

Think them cute? Think them harmless? What fools are you!
Change your thoughts, gather knowledge - now look anew!
These birds are not trifles nor are they insane!
But intelligent masterminds – flee and refrain!

Run! Run for your lives, all human beings!
Run from the penguins and all of their singing!
Of blood and slaughter and killings and more!
They are evil, these birds, black to the core!

Hark’n to me! From the South do they surge!
Now from the North – we are to be purged!
Know ye this day as they converge-
This world is the Penguins’ – men will be purged!

[The Hummingbird]

Dusk to Dawn

The sun seethes brightly with the dawn
To shatter clear the night.
Whilst the moon waits patient to rise long
And perish at sun's light.

The twilight seeps as evening falls
Its skies as dark as dusk.
Before dawn's birth and birds' shrill calls
The skies are empty husks.

Beneath the sun's most wrathful light
We see a murder placed.
There was no struggle, no bloody fight -
We prayed to go with grace.

The moon's light guided - so we saw
A shadow steal and kill.
It slipped in and out, escaped the law
And witnesses were still.

At midday thus the sun burns bold
And sets aflame the world to ash.
At midnight then the moon is cold
Though its light remains steadfast.

Though the sun glows ever bright at dawn
And the moon may light the night,
Even so the world is wronged
When lit by watchful light.

[The Hummingbird]

Decapitation

This decapitation,
One haunting sensation.
Wet and slip-slither,
To shake and to quiver,
To part body and head
And place death in life’s stead.

A decapitation,
A pure violation.
To part soul from the blood,
And make blood crimson mud.
To send spirits up high
Never grieve; do not cry.

For this decapitation,
A display of compassion.
To silence all quickly,
Greet death plaintively,
And end pain with no tears
And the absence of fear.

A decapitation,
A ruthless submission.
Remove hands from their hearts
At death shall they part.
Primal; ever seeking,
Is love, ever fleeting

This decapitation,
A final sensation.
Wet and slip-slither,
It shakes and it quivers.
A great mercy or curse,
Which decapitation is worse?

[The Hummingbird]

The World is Void



The world is void, and a void of stark black
Dead like death itself, and silent, sleeps.
Empty – the sorrow of an emptied soul
And the eyes of killing brilliance, bleak.

Acknowledging no limits or bounds,
Stalking instead the hands of timeless Time
Preaches evil and love, and hating love.
And crashes to nothingness, all blind

Spiraling into a hopeless night
It burns and like a phoenix, flashes
And leaves to decay, decaying remains;
And never rises, but fades to ashes.

Perishing to death as deathly embers
Reflected in a sky that reflects to fall
Laughing at its own laughing visage-
A shattering storm to shatter calm.

The world loathes as it loathes the world
Though all in vain it defies and strives,
Helping to help its helpless self
Against the grasp of the hands of grasping Time.

Abandoned to its own devices
Its freezing pain yet fails to fade
The world walks endless strides on endless roads
Until it recedes to receding gray.

[The Hummingbird]

Swerve

When all things swerve from vengeful death

And take their final ending breath,

Take in the hungry jaws of space

Where all things have their lives erased.

There the beast of dreams dance awhile

And call their nightmare offspring child

And let it join them, savage, wild.

No numbers of lives that spawn shall dial.

Souls rot and decay beneath its shade

All things sacrificed, all debts paid.

Cities have crumbled; worlds were scourged,

True dreams lay abandoned, no hopes were forged.

Too many have fallen, so many will die

Believing the child and its scheming lies.

No one raised arms and no one defied.

None were of faith, none prayed or tried.

They only saw all things swerving from death,

Failing that took their own ending breath.

Thus the starving jaws of empty space

Swallowed them and made their lives erased.

Stare into that void of space,

Where all things vanished and left no trace.

[The Hummingbird]

The Infection

The world of a sickened, deadened soul,
Would that it could be so bold,
To infect the farthest reach of time
And make all people like us blind.
A word, a whisper, a single sign,
That god could grant us, that we could find.
A glimmering aspect of fickle hope
To wrap ourselves in, a celestial cloak.
Star light, star bright, our wishes unheard,
That infection proceeds all undeterred.
Could we stand, could we possibly fight
Against this disease, this impossible plight?

[The Hummingbird]

Furnace

Like a furnace in the night,

Burning low before it dies,

Let it burn.

Please let it burn,

Even if it’s low,

Let it burn

So, so low.

Before God lets me go

For being all too slow

I’m a moth in the wind;

It has me pinned.

The wind, unforgiven,

Has me pinned.

Has me pinned.

Which sin could I commit

That would leave me desolate?

After all that I could do

I know I’m through.

And you would know it, too,

I am through.

I am through.

Can I drown in my own faith,

And if it leaves a bitter taste

Could I let it fade and go?

Can I let it go?

I know I’m low, so

Let it go.

Let it go.

I’m calling in the dawn

It’s moved me like a pawn.

I think that if I should care

Everything is fair

A quiet secret shared;

Things are fair.

Things are fair.

Like a furnace in the night,

Burning low before it dies,

Let it burn.

Please let it burn,

Even if it’s low,

Let it burn

So, so low.

[The Hummingbird]

Rapture


For all that God would blind our sight
With His forbidden blinding light,
And angels might sing the Rapture strong,
And strike down the might of all seen wrong,
Can we as humans bear potency
Rising the flag of black heresy,
Yet never forever reap the other’s lives
Of those who defy the silver of scythes
That redeem and forgive and bear them up high
And believe all we do a comedic lie;
Never again shall Man cast the first stone,
Lest his sins against Man into light will be shown.
Redemption is given but once through the Light,
Fear and trembling shall not blind the sight.

[The Hummingbird]

Mirror

For years now I remain
Though it's never been the same.
I can't see my own reflection
And I know that it's a lesson,
One I never knew before.
Release me and I will go

All alone

To a place I never knew,
Though I've been there once before.
It is evil that I court,
And it takes a soured effort
To break our sacred bond apart.
So together we'll remain -

All the same

I can't see my own reflection.
Some days I wake at night
Shielded from my own bleak light,
And I think that I feel so strong
Only to be proven wrong,
For once comes the break of dawn

I am gone.

I can't see my own reflection
When I feel so full of grace
I feel that it has gone to waste
When it's my desecration.
I'll never learn the lesson
I can't see my own reflection

I'm far gone.

I've run this mile gauntlet
And I've sang this long duet.
With evil as my lifelong friend,
My journey is at its longest end
And it's like an old legend
And a harsh-learned lesson too.
I can't see my own reflection,

It's long gone.

[The Hummingbird]

The Eater



Pace here along this hollow, haunted, bleak road
Wait for the world to crumble, break down and corrode.
Sheathed within its molten, soul-searing crust
The remnants gathered form a soulless husk.
A glass reflecting the truth that we live live
A sin no mortal deity may well forgive.
A fragment of hope is devoured by shame
An eater of souls that has made us limp lame.
We stride brave in alleys where monsters do dwell
When they rise we dart fast, harried to hell
Blinded by passion and encrusted with fear.
Nothing is translucent, thus nothing is clear,
Yet the catharsis of truth and catharsis of pain
Is the backlash of the whip with which we may tame
Those eaters of souls that devour us whole,
And spit us out, wounded, like dying coal.
It may strip us of heart and break it asunder,
But if the stories are true let it hear of our thunder;
The storm that seethes and brews deep inside,
To the eater of souls we will never be kind.
Should we be sent to our tombs before long
By the soul-eaters’ divided, tapering prongs,
Then remember us now and remember it well;
In the face of the knell of the soul-eaters’ bell.

[The Hummingbird]

Stone Pathways


Pathways of stone, decrepit and bleak,
Where drops of cold rain slither and leak.
A hallway all black, trapped and constricted
And its inhabitants held, strained and restricted
From movement and freedom in this fence of stone
Stone pathways, all hewn and severely cold.

Pathways of stone, leading nothing and nowhere.
An endless worked maze and an eternal affair.
Howls echo across the crude stone
Songs to entertain ears which listen, alone.
Shadows grow greater with stumbling strides
In the stone pathways of loss and lost pride.

Pathways of stone, hard and cruel underfoot.
Seen by nothing and no one who dared to look.
They swallow the unsuspecting and wary all whole
Now they walk the stone pathways for all times untold.
The crafted rocks stare, indifferent and vague
The stone pathways grow longer, a venomous plague.

Pathways of stone, walked on by mere wraiths
Ghosts of the people who came there on faith.
Led nowhere to nothing and remaining all lost
Shadowed by nothing but great walls of rocks.
These highways are grown from our minds and our souls.
The stone pathways hewn wider into endless dark roads.

[The Hummingbird]

Lunacy

The reels of reality are tied tight in twain

Corrupt in cruel cold by which it has lain.

Hangs haughty and high from a string spun so sparse

Into makers of masks molded in playful parts.

The reels of reality talks truth in trapped tongues

Whispers and wheedles with hot, heated lungs.

Its gears grind and groan, turning back time

Contorting cringing clocks to low lunacy

When reality is ruptured and is seen solemnly

As nothing, nowhere but a dreamer’s dark dreams.

Banished brutally by the ponderous people’s pride

The reels of reality fades in frozen faces of fear

Cast corrupt into clouds of dank dreams or despair.