In the court where the word is the law, Where words are the end, all and all, Times are changing and words are too In the court where the word is the law.
By TheWeirdPoet6 years ago in Poets
By: Maxwell I. Gold I have thoughts where in darkness they dwell, inside the cosmic voids which quell, my heart and mind to see, what I want to truly be. This is my declaration, of writ and rhyme, burning bright forever in time.
The Tomb In spaces dark, fragments in time, I’m haunted by an ancient rhyme. Born of a beating pulsar, The old song of a mother star.
The dust it settled upon my heart, Howling from the somber sky Echoes, whispers… Dying voices, they filled my mind, Unless…