Crematorium's Sarcophagus (Hades' Underground) Poem by Steven Drake

CREMATORIUM'S SARCOPHAGUS
(Hades' Underground)
By Steven A. J. Drake
March 29,2012

Public enthralling to those whom are not me.
For whomever televised on your TV. However,
Scripted on the next movie screen. When I've
Barely existed past Hollywood streets. As a poet.
Writer. Albeit lyrically. Sold out for my character
Without any freedom of speech. For listening skills
For conscionable belief. In light of what audience?
Autobiographically. Humanistically. Past bleeding
On pages for proof of delivery. In eyes beholding
To truth buried beneath my feats of laborious
Property in depth of persuasion's final relief.

Crematorium's sarcophagus burning me alive.
Tomb raiders without any benevolent eyes.
Stealing wits of wondering why they should be
Surprised! Anticlimactic to survive art out on
The rise. Out from beneath Hades' underground.

Inglorious to whom in compounded interest on
The dark side of the moon? Keynote expressions
In dire wounds. Impertinent soothsayers in stealth
Of primordial gloom. Starving for art beatified in
Angels holding up the entire earth. Conscripted by
God for an army of truth. Waging war within
Conscience of youth. Battle grounds profound to
Substance past shallow wealth for profiteers of
Pilot dreams… to work this out. Far beyond ill
Begotten conclusions to steal your health of
Consideration deemed as duty of your dignity.

Crematorium's sarcophagus burning me alive.
Tomb raiders without any benevolent eyes.
Stealing wits of wondering why they should be
Surprised! Anticlimactic to survive art out on
The rise. Out from beneath Hades' underground.

Through stopgaps for reaching out. On bended
Knees for prayerful yearnings of guardianship
For peace. Inconclusive to all the days of my life.
Ghostwriting. Apocryphal. In dream sequences of
Reality. Concentric to bridges burning for those whom
Circumnavigate the globe. False prophetic despotic
Piety that feign their wisdom to rule the world.
Unbeknownst to anyone else? Distracted by weakness
Of harsh treatment for law abiding citizens. In ethos of
Ethic's primary colors universal to conflagrations of soul.
What about those who kill in pretence of being real?

Crematorium's sarcophagus burning me alive.
Tomb raiders without any benevolent eyes.
Stealing wits of wondering why they should be
Surprised! Anticlimactic to survive art out on
The rise. Out from beneath Hades' underground.

For all enclosures met by impractical throes. Searching
For learned benefactors that wish to be in the know…
Perusing my lifelines of existence past irreverent shadows.
In mirrors reflecting daunting infernos. In fear of these
Dragons in dungeons that I've been forced to slay all
Alone. When the distance is compelling that echoes back
Out of each and every homes. Where cliff dwellers roam
Off the edge of embattled spirits that lean to and froe.
Hearth in heart's magic for fire of passionate goals.
In succession of distempering my words that have gone
Out of my control. For years in the making forsaken by
Love. Vacuous eyes in surprise of what's next to become.

Crematorium's sarcophagus burning me alive.
Tomb raiders without any benevolent eyes.
Stealing wits of wondering why they should be
Surprised! Anticlimactic to survive art out on
The rise. Out from beneath Hades' underground.