DARK VERSES

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.