The Last Home

A poem that I spit out about a month ago, going to expand and expound pound upon it, I like it alot so far.

The Last Home

Please allow me to disavow
To be taken and no longer to lead
It is my breath, my last home
A tale no longer desired or never more to be told
It is the shivering mortality
A failed leap of humainity
I must never pardon in life what cannot be pardoned in death

Waiting for the return of mad Ozymandias
less to stop the symptoms of man less to impede
nemesis time and its bloody claws and tooth
stained spit gristle and pulp
let it all end or nothing at all
a greater blackness a faster fate
let us not pretend infinite
Sin not so sinister secretly sliding off the backs of the desperate

Into known places in respectable distances to the body
A better union stutters and moves freely without design without grace without God
Hollowed praise for selfish ends,
we wait on seizures sainted and drunk heavily on the milk of good fortune
Second handed handshake with a knife eagerly awaiting its spotlight
To its fall is a human kindness welcomed

Now onto the matchstick throne, grand poser and punctual to the need
this is for us who toil in the light to king make the fools who skulk in the shade
dare you to comprehend and all talk must stop now
and fall back to the mend
none for graces saved to follow
the sound of the falling thirty to echo linger
I cannot see the end of it all

Brought back to the starless womb uncertain of the grand intent
Desire the darkest thoughts, sexless and without teeth
A speedier end a welcoming for all end time come
Cemented a compact unholy and wholly willing
and to tender my thought, a waiting world no longer lit

Anoint another whose life is less then my own
it is the worthless and profane whom we shall gift and mantle
more inhuman in its humanity
exquisite in its corpulent shift
a garden of excessive successive
Our Gods are rotted and venereal in there intent
A single twitch will claim you impotent

Hail and all are pardoned in the last home
A keyless door free of latch or terror bolt
A Slower poison and words are all broken and swallowed
Hail the warmth of hearth truer then fire truer then the sun
A merciful lapse of reason breeds eternity to a sliver of instant
You will deny yourself what you have always craved, for what other must talk to drown out what others have stole
A reminder of the true sacrifice, you no longer can believe in God

And we shall never look again at the true face, the singular truth
We will not miss it, we will never claim it even in its memory
A last linger and futile grasping what we know must be lost to the greed of mediocrity
A passion for the passionless a spine for the frog prince
With canker encrusted scepter all must be barred then turned to dust
Let us be away and look for truth, no more words in the last home

- still working out the bullshit to get to the truth