
Inu -
Run along ruinous winter wisp
For you to be gone my only wish
My summer too cold left me remiss
I wish it wasn’t so.
The sun has gone out for the day
The stars begin a new parade
Yet here I sit and still remain
Unmoving, stark, alone, unswayed
With nowhere left to go.
Truce -
Protrude dear dagger
Your wielder strikes true
Bad news bad news bad news.
From hearts you lather
In crimson splatters
To you I bid adieu.
The horrid chapters
Reveal the laughter
In lieu of what they rue.
Hearts tell no tails
They lie below nails
No longer to see the blue.
The Smile -
Do you hear it?
You can tell me.
The crackle of furnace alight.
A jig of gleeful delight.
Kind Trident kind Trident,
“Please call me Possiedon,
What brings you to me with such woe?”
An oddessy again has just begun
And I fear next you shall be undone.
“What gives the impression? I’m god of the sea there is no mortal as mighty as me!”
Yet cunning is he, this you may yet see
I should say with the utmost respect.
“Still he must thirst so I do fear the worst shall approach him and soon in due time.”
Polyphemus no one hears his name
It would seem he has died in vein
“Who are you to incur my ire? Are you no servant to sire?”
A fool would be that, I’m surely not he
I am as I was, only born to be free.
“I do not understand.”
Trident where is your sea?
“Are you blind to these waters around you and me?”
Sir this is no sea, but an inlet of tricks
For behold great one your own river Styx.
Frost -
Alone along,
This cold is wrong.
The air too stern.
The days aren’t long.
An icey aura
This frost exudes.
Melt this frozen heart
If you say I do.
The Embers -
To whom shall find these stories
Know that they are not so.
Not simple fables that desire to be told.
Some do advise caution
Others to think.
All advice is good, it’s a two way street.
Discern context you seek
Before the need to speak
You may then find contentment
Contemplate the mystique.
Mystics remain hidden,
This we all should know,
Every man, woman, and child
Survive due to a glow.
Radiant radiation.
It giveth and take
Metastasize the world.
Our healers use snakes.
We condemn what we don’t comprehend,
Then spread hypocrisy
Before we mend.
Mendicant murals washed away
Begging for peace, only hatred stays.
Let us remember our favorite pastimes
Before passing judgment just one more time.
Thank you for reading this far! I’m becoming more interested in doing poetry and freeform writing. It’s been a great way to focus my energy into something more productive. These poems are inspired by a lot, however there are a few motifs that should shine through. If you’re into short stories then I believe you’ll appreciate the next few releases I’m currently planning.
💜,
-KS
About the Creator
Kuro Seijaku
“Kuro Silence (Seijaku) is a rapper/producer from Baltimore, Maryland. From trap to experimental, Kuros work defies normative currents of Hip-Hop’s soundscape with his work ethic and forays into Hip-Hop’s many sub-genres.”
-Channel10 Podcast
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