Concede To The Sea

Concede to the Seas

by Mike Pollock

It’s deliberate, these words they slip

Like the tattered sails of a sinking ship

An ocean, emotion, it opens wide

Swallows whole, the notion of my stormy pride

A golden veil of made up lies

Conspires, derives, in hiccupped ties

Desperate to let it take the reigns

Dents and scrapes mask these deeper pains

In subdued hues of green and blue

Foggy edges blur the line between truths

I’ve seen the scene before me once before

In a time of mythos, and brimming with lore

Awake, awake! I hear myself scream

Chords of metal seem to resist the dream

Awake, awake! And my hands are free

A storm is broken, I can finally breath.

Able Bodied, Weak of Mind

Able Bodied, Weak of Mind

By Mike Pollock

Sit back relax and enjoy the show

He said between peeled back teeth

Beneath the sea of blue and greens

Don’t dare to dream unless it’s what we prefer

The answers are clear, defer.

I prefer… the truth to the details unsure

Cold roomed, and bracketed

The accidental shackled red, green and blue

Like they’re waiting just for you…

Dead like a dog, left beneath the angry sky

It’s cut across with color, scarred side to side

Yet I hide, lest I let them know... its I

Don’t dare to scream unless it’s what we prefer

The questions are grotesque, impure

I concur… the truth is in the details secured

Old stools and chalk boards

Walked forth in white, gold and blue

Like they’re waiting just for you…

A smear in the dirt, lays the pitiful fool

Her fleeting beat of hope serves as evil’s own tool

Undermined rule, in the kingdom of used

Don’t dare seem alive, unless it’s what we prefer

She defers, her cell doors procured

Padded walls and a single bed

She signs on the dotted line blue, black and red

Like it’s all in your head.

Symptomatic Prophecy

Symptomatic Prophecy

by Mike Pollock

Do you see, oh can you?

These curtains falling,

Down round me.

Do you feel, oh can you?

The coldness,

An enveloping freeze.

Do you know, oh can you?

Their names are

On the tip of my tongue.

Do you hear, oh can you?

The voices raised

As though they were one.

Do you think, oh can you?
Are the words

Stuck inside your head?

Do you live, oh can you?

Answered questions,

In a land of only dead.

Crossing of Souls

Crossing of Souls

by Mike Pollock

The shifting amalgamation, sound and vibrations

Lifting the lid on these old world ministrations.

Their voices are fearless, and filled full of hate

With Desperate intentions they fall through the gate.

Collide in the stars, a sudden dust storm become

A shot across the bow signals peace all but done.

Kaleidoscope arrows of red white and gold

The words from the ancients read “be light and be bold.”

So forth from the third, and into the fourth

A man can do all if he knows his own worth.