Bora born
Lathan's run _
The rainman sings when the weather blinds men
to emotional storms wrapped up in sin.
From insipid thought forms sent to bind them
a resolve tested by fair weather friends.
Our sullen host arrived from the deep south
on a wave of deception few could see.
Self taught in those senses to number six
yet beauty is lost when rebuked in sex.
His psychic mind reflects the inner man
a work in progress yet senses withstand
improper directions in deceit filled
bursts, initiates when sought should be asked first.
A horrid childhood from a father lost
in abuse of his son at such a cost
to deprive him of love on bended knee
the results unscrambled for all to see.
The abuse metered out points the old bone, as
his adult life finally finds a way home
in a sniper lost in australian wars
he learns how to murder by keeping score.
A timeless bond knits when you take a life
then greets with a kiss when you feel death's bight.
On your belly you crawl through pitch black screams
in search of forgiveness all sight unseen.
~
No direct talk does he give with the eye
women mistrusted though not yet despised.
Flaunting their presence to entrap most men
such a pity he thinks he's one of them.
Two finger clicks from the devil's tail
inner sense remote yet still prevails.
Energy vampire previews the scene
a deceptive move so quick so clean.
The rainman turns round to see what was done
the host slides by with two clicks of the thumb.
"Just lifting the shadow from off your back"
nothing was sanctioned, his body now slack.
The energy dropped out, fell like a stone
in an hour no less deep sleep found a home.
A deja vu twilight slipped back in time
business recalled of deception refined.
The lesson learnt, the host flushed in new light
the vampire uncloaked previewed by death's bight.
His gaze now can't meet the rainman's straight eye
a dead giveaway, masks slip in the lies.
A patterned behaviour still born in fear
dispensed in non-stories to sear the ears.
Ten thousand lifetimes he claims to have lived
the conscious mind the builder, enough said.
- O -
© 30th aug 2014 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes are here.
to emotional storms wrapped up in sin.
From insipid thought forms sent to bind them
a resolve tested by fair weather friends.
Our sullen host arrived from the deep south
on a wave of deception few could see.
Self taught in those senses to number six
yet beauty is lost when rebuked in sex.
His psychic mind reflects the inner man
a work in progress yet senses withstand
improper directions in deceit filled
bursts, initiates when sought should be asked first.
A horrid childhood from a father lost
in abuse of his son at such a cost
to deprive him of love on bended knee
the results unscrambled for all to see.
The abuse metered out points the old bone, as
his adult life finally finds a way home
in a sniper lost in australian wars
he learns how to murder by keeping score.
A timeless bond knits when you take a life
then greets with a kiss when you feel death's bight.
On your belly you crawl through pitch black screams
in search of forgiveness all sight unseen.
~
No direct talk does he give with the eye
women mistrusted though not yet despised.
Flaunting their presence to entrap most men
such a pity he thinks he's one of them.
Two finger clicks from the devil's tail
inner sense remote yet still prevails.
Energy vampire previews the scene
a deceptive move so quick so clean.
The rainman turns round to see what was done
the host slides by with two clicks of the thumb.
"Just lifting the shadow from off your back"
nothing was sanctioned, his body now slack.
The energy dropped out, fell like a stone
in an hour no less deep sleep found a home.
A deja vu twilight slipped back in time
business recalled of deception refined.
The lesson learnt, the host flushed in new light
the vampire uncloaked previewed by death's bight.
His gaze now can't meet the rainman's straight eye
a dead giveaway, masks slip in the lies.
A patterned behaviour still born in fear
dispensed in non-stories to sear the ears.
Ten thousand lifetimes he claims to have lived
the conscious mind the builder, enough said.
- O -
© 30th aug 2014 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes are here.
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Lathan`s run _
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