Two Mirrored Self’s
© 2017 Harold Bo Clapsaddle,a hardball clod posed
©2017 Karen Hayward, Harked An Wary
Be of God’s love to be lashed inside
to confide well as Red does scarlet
which testifies like Jekyll and Hyde
cut of gut and heart bled ‘pon carpet.
See here? Torn edges of sanity
Neither, spirit nor soul, piece fits space
Ego then all asylum of self, cast reality
shattered drear, for lost is yonder trace.
The riddle, blood of Eve, essence
of Lilith, need of grieve, ripped Adam
spawn given fall, Sam’s sinful silence
a metamorphic war in every atom.
Heartfelt earthly befell from On-High
God tailors, to sew bare threaded bolder
of carnal braided sides, of yet I cannot deny.
of best carpenter, of whom I’m a beholder.
Blinded blood lust screams
A decaying scent of home
and whispers soft from dreams
In Celestial grace given of throne.
Above is brightest thereof
Yet crashing earthen axle
under chilly dark lost love
as mankind eats the apple.
Sin, lies, in lustrous deceit, it breeds
In it’s hot empty void of breath
is cold serpent promise and devil seeds
fed two souls, held to bereft.
Two together, two times
two corresponding equal
givin’ fourth, Great blue chimes
as clock towers eternal sequel.
Kinetic cat calls of sin swings
pendulum of doom upon love
as devil tips, and God sings,
dark shadows prey seeks above.
The confidence of purity, broke
two souls searching for home
the devil not in kindness, awoke
together they are eternally alone.
See of twain, of brain with binary eyes vain
bilaterally spoke is as Jekyll and Hyde reside
which butler shells orange crush so insane
as each alone does confide, to ere cockeyed.
From denial comes excuses
to straight-jacket cold heart
in abyss, crazy flossed abuses
it accuses so hot, that it infuses apart.
A rage of dark, demonic voice
suffocating, all but a fallen tear
a pleasant death no longer a choice
as love’s beauty, succumbs to fear.
Clock-towered eternal hence
labors our wing of eagle dare
whence comest our lost sense
to air prayer onto God of affair.
Shall the trees be envious
of what green groves enjoy
that fell gold feathered devious
forthwith flown solitary employ.
Will not all things be envious?
Lost, found essence of dark
among visions given, rebellious
souls playing their part.
Lights dimmed, masks fell
monster, angel, sinner, saint, lover
fragmented mind, departing calls
the inner child, again does suffer.
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