Sunday, October 12, 2003

Sinister Isles

Fire
Fire, in the reflection of his eyes
Chaos
Chaos is what he brings
Death
He watches as everyone dies
Silence
Silence is not heard as he sings
Vengeance
He doesn't do that kind of work
Laughter
Laughter is his only pay
Darkness
That is where he likes to lurk
Sinister
That is his only way

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

Visitor

God knocked on my door
I said, "How can I help you"
He just looked at the floor
I asked, "Anything I can do"
Not one expression he wore

I gazed into his white eyes
and he turned his head
"where does a person go when he dies"
I asked, and not a word he said
He didn't have to speak for me to hear his lies

An uneasiness gathered in the air
So God just walked away
I whispered, "have a nice day, take care"
"Who was that" I heard someone say
I just said, "There was nobody there"