The writings of Oddpoet

Color left the world
The Sun noth­ing more than lethar­gic pho­tons
Refus­ing to don Ra’s robe of glory
Ignor­ing Apollo’s urgent plea’s
smirk­ing with dis­dain
Reveal­ing the car­casses of the world
In dim twilight

I arrive at the appointed place
I stroll amid the rub­ble
Amid the bod­ies of sui­cides and doomed love
It is the place dreams go to die

He flick­ers into exis­tence
A tall crea­ture
All in black
Raven hair pasted against ghostly white skin
Eyes of fire with teeth that would rend the world.

His hated
Offends me
Always sur­prises me
It washes over me like waves of crawl­ing mag­gots
I stagger

He would have me sink to the earth
And offer my throat in submission

There is an ember that always burns in me
Faint, yet insis­tent
It demands me to KNOW the truth of it
Despite evi­dence to the con­trary
It screams that there is an essen­tial
Dig­nity to us all.

I will not put words to it
Cheapen it with approx­i­ma­tion
Some things are beyond even the poet, the writer, the musi­cian, the painter

Per­haps it’s the smile of a child dying of can­cer
Telling his Mother not to cry
That God will take care of him.

The sin­gle par­ent
Sac­ri­fic­ing their life for their child’s

The total stranger run­ning into a build­ing
To save the life of a com­plete stranger

The war­rior using his body to shield
The man beside him
Dying in the process.

It is sel­dom seen
But when it reveals itself
It blazes like newly birthed Suns
Pierc­ing the dark night of hatred, revenge, greed, self love, advan­tage.
But it’s there.
I know it

But I had lit­tle time for nobil­ity
We cir­cle each other
Two aged adver­saries
Long locked in bat­tle
inti­mately famil­iar
With the clash of sword

He cocked his head
Wait­ing for the rit­ual to begin anew
I smiled and oblige

“Let’s dance mother fucker”