My Verses Speak Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

My verses speak
Speak of hard rock
And granite fires
Here
Dawn
Coming
Holding
Sheath
For
War:
Blood
Be
In
My
Head
For
Mother's day
Be coming
And blood be in my head
And pain with it
Arrived:
Here the plain be level
And yet it be of iron
Fire emerges from it
Every time you tread it:
Into the fortress of the Mind Brain
Thoughts gather with time
Thought upon thought
And the confirmation of Time as Emperor
Time of in the Inescapable
Time of the Inevitable
The sump within the mouth
Of the thirsting Poet
The churning mini waves gulping
Gulping down:
The flow of bubbles going up
The vortex of a Soul
Not whispering
Yet roaring raring slow
Pain be of me as thirst be of me
There was enough to be a saint
There was enough of suffering
The treading of the thorns
The threading on the fires
Glowing
Glowing martyrdom
And…
And..
I have thought
I have thirsted
I have suffered…
The granite rocks still fire
And the caves below burn
I scent the acrid smoke
And spreading over the waters
Below
A cloud of cinders…
Say
Say
I have thought
I have suffered
I have walked
Time sarcastic smiles as Overlord