Morning Mayday

I let my yonderly soul drift
Through the holy emboss
Crucify my sacrileges
Upon the blest Cross
And when my
Morning Mayday moans
I relinquish it with finesse
Facading every facet poss.

Oh My Savior, the Son of God
Why art thou hiding in the cloister
Of my brain?
What maelstorms dost thou have
To bestow me with?
I have pulverised
All that tried to collapse me
And in the light of thy aura
I will vanquish every tempest
With your heraldry.

Picture credits: +Skylark Hatee 

Broken Wheels Lament

Behold the beauty
The universe seems all 
About tulips and lilacs
About fresh green cover
And the deep blue sky

Cartwheels- The
Unsung heroes of yester year
Which then ploughed
The barren, sterile lands 
Complementary with the Herculean bull
Lie wrecked on the Elysian Fields

The rest of the world can't hear
Broken wheels lament.

Picture credits: +David Palmer