Poetry Visualized - Passion Flail

Passion Flail

Passion Flail
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Monsters of perception, environment or gene,
sweet innocence of little time devoured by the mocking cock of the
crow tocking the tick. Banging the sands of reality through the
heart, the gritty brackish blood wearing the soul thin and
thickening the callused skin. Of humanity in rut.

The first page of poetry was bashed with a pen of bone applied in
passion upon the skull, spattering life and death upon the wall of a
cave. A simple meaning of deep context. Beware the lust, the envy,
the love, the pain, and the hunger… You can’t have what you don’t
want… Mankind was found wanting… More.

Blood is the ink of God and children are blank pages to be
discarded or molded into masterpieces of divine prose. Epic babies
who tread the Earth on all fours, crawling into faith, into
perception, into belief. Rising to stride with phallic sword and
spread heaven, thigh to thigh, sigh to sigh, to live or die.

Passion flail a whip of think, lashed against supple minds,
soaked in Gods ink, driving souls into glory and oblivion.
Passion flail a tale of humanity burning with desires unfulfilled
and filled with inanity. On a blue ball, insignificant in a finite but
infinite universe. Remnants of the passion flail of a nova star.

Only the dead are civil, peace is not for the living.
Flail in passion… reap your significance while you can.