a cemetery in n.e. baltimore by cranky messiah
Missed Connections in Baltimore
Waves Across A Broken Time (Perdition)
The thoughts that swim
In this head
Do nothing but cause
The greatest of dread.
Forty years gone
yet
I’ve never seen dawn.
Orange moon horizon
and
Silver screen sky
Reflect down giving
Everything including you,
A deep sepia hue.
Eventually everything faded
Outta view
Her Two Cents
Perdition is considered a state of eternal punishment that a sinful person passes into after death. I tend to think that we create our own hell-on-earth and the tortures we impose on ourselves and others are worse than what any higher power would care to imagine. But, from the muck and mire the lotus blooms, and we too can create things of beauty from ugly landscapes of the past.
