Experience this time.
This place.
This moment.
Friends come and go.
Enemies remain the same.
The night screams
in mutli-color dreams.
LISTEN
This
is the nightmare.
If it fits
wear it the night long.
KNOW THIS
Nothing comes of nothing.
Useless attempt
becomes labored.
Life
becomes redundant
in the scheme of things.
Look both ways
before crossing the street.
THE MANIAC IS LOOSE.
He can't see life
existing
without exposing himself.
DANGER.
There is danger
riding high in the night.
Touch the thrill.
Taste the razor
sharp with sensation.
KNOW THIS.
Time
trickles timidly
away,
away.
THE TRUTH IS:
The executioner
Stands silent
ready
for only he is alert
willing
to
experience this time.
THE BLADE FALLS SWIFTLY.
The heads roll
rolling
one after the other
down
the
aisle
with eyes alive
wide open
screaming
in
silence
at the horror
of things to be.
(9-28-2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem