POCKETS OF EVIL
Sinister, snickering,
Spinning, plotting
Destruction.
Awaiting
the unsuspecting.
Venomous lusts
For wrongdoing
Fulminate.
Arising passions
Secrete hatred
And violence,
Unable to contain
This unbridled
Propensity
For evil,
Awaiting
Some passer-by
Traveling unaware
Through a
Pocket of evil:
Sojourners beware!
ECLIPSE OF THE SOUL
Each day
Passes
Disappointment;
Like pieces
Of lead
Chained
To a man
Fated
To drown
From the
Weight.
Every day
I die,
Not with
Nobility;
I die
Kicking,
Screaming,
Cursing.
Alongsisde
My dreams:
Fallen
Like
Dead flies.
WHAT SPELL?
What
Spell
Have you
cast
Upon me
Oh,
Mortal
Man?
What lies
In shreds
Is my
Heart:
My cup
Now bloody,
Empty
Of wine
To ease
The pain.
VISION AT THE TOMB
Gray figures
Move like
Zombies,
Lost souls
Shuffling
As though
On Thorozine.
There is
No need
For the
sound
Of chains
To know
That these
Are prisoners.
SOUNDS OF THE LOCUSTS
Mutant summer
By reason of
Divine decree;
World devourers
Loosed
For a season.
No blade
Of grass
Shall remain
Once we hear
the sounds of
The locusts.
CATACLYSM
Violent seizures
Convulse our universe,
Taking place
When our earth
Belches upheaval,
Violent change.
the world starts
Reeling out of control,
Staggering as a
Drunken man
Helpless
In the wake
Of some
Cataclysmic event.
GNARLED BRANCHES
Gnarled,
tortured
Branches,
Growing
Upwards,
Brushed
With gold.
Hiding
Earth’s
Drab
Olive dress:
Surrealistic
By contrast,
Futuristic
By design.
What place
Have the
Amongst
Orchid
Centerpieces?
Alice Parris
These poems were taken from my book,
Soulgasm: the journal of my life in cryptic verses
with its visions, dreams and fleeting revelations.
These prophetic poems were written in 1993.
Our world has now lived some of these verses.
