A Shift in Purpose – Poetry

I won’t be changing the blog name, but until their is some more movement in the progress of publishing “The Phoenix and the Ant”, I will be using this blog to post poetry of mine. First poem below:

Basilisk

The basilisk tormenting a season of dry hopes, cold rope
I pull myself out of high heaven
and fall into a bleak revival of things
a sad reminder of my humanity
Humanity I do not want
The perverse nature in which I crowd myself
Total remorse
total remorse
total remorse

She said to me, "Give up, and make a new dream"
But, I don't care to
I don't want to
and I won't

The privileges I'm given, that I take for granted
Sold souls, knocking at my door
I smile, and tell them to come in
It's cold out, and the world is a harsh place
We remember times when we were more then we are
Total remorse
total remorse
total remorse