Poetry Blog by Rudyard Kooistra
No title is good enough.
Forwards moving
leaning against he wind
your clockwork is revealing
Thoughts are counter progressive
All that you will encounter at the end
sends tears towards a meaningless death
Roots will grow with each earthly breath taken.
Tuesday 2nd March 2021 1:12 pm
No title/never completed anyway.
Skin could be freed
removed by force
shred its existence
Bald is the new death
sentence
Skeleton remains more
than just skindeep
Beautifull bleached bones
tells a short story
former horror glory
you looked good around the eyes.
Sunday 28th February 2021 6:59 pm
No title.
Those trees stand firm
keeping their ground at any cost
Twigs in a maze
what remains are the good thoughts
They will have the last say
Collective mind over useless matter
Wasteland as far as humans could destroy
Dominating the landscape
This is the path
through pain and disaster.
Thursday 18th February 2021 7:11 pm
Widewall
How bad do you feel while crawling
through the dirt and howling at the
darkness of the moon
Seeing your surroundings with
the lightness through the gaps
of your red bandages
Empty is the space between animals and beasts
Human skin just fades away
The signs were there for all to see
or feel
Ignoring the facts for the longest time
about the survival of the species
...Sunday 14th February 2021 10:04 pm
The boy with the gun
Even angels lose some feathers
they get stuck in sand
with a breeze of water
Everything seems to matter
To which side the scale turns
good or even worse
It runs one thought constantly
where did i go wrong?
Sickness in this form
can never be undone.
Tuesday 9th February 2021 8:47 pm
Catastrophic
Have you heard the truth
behind the lies of earth
True intensions will always
surface
Be afraid
Humans will be mortal
paying through blood
The ultimate sacrifice.
Tuesday 9th February 2021 8:20 pm
Little dreamer
The light from the fireplace
together with the candles
dances across the walls
a barriere against the dark
your rolled up sleeves reveal finely formed veins
motoric correct
almost pure of colour
the book of eternal youth
withstands the sleepers
waiting on the smallest chance
everlasting stimulation and development
researching facts about love
Beginning and lifes...
Friday 5th February 2021 12:30 pm
Steady as she goes
Metal strikes wood
sings its muffled sounds
from countless gaping wounds
The insane looking dog
almost dead in its tracks
cries loudly
Pain, pain
pure suffering
release your beast
honour the ground
sacrifice time
stutter words.
Friday 5th February 2021 10:41 am
We are heading towards the end
of our own existence
caught up by the past
your soul will be dissected
stripped
violated
Skullcap has been lifted
poison shall always be there
scythe tightened
the cross tossed aside
Death comes and goes through
the little holes of our lifes
if this is
who would envy me?
Monday 25th January 2021 9:23 pm
Empty rooms.
Suspicious soft is the loving touch
crib death is what it was
Isolated human emotions
Walls relieved from their failed functions
Builds layers of stories
a repeating attempt
to chain the demons
from within
Silenced and twisted
aside
a sweep of the tabletop
is what will remain
Apparition sways
its dead gently back
to its sleeping stage.
Friday 22nd January 2021 1:03 pm
John Martin 1851/3
We have reached our top
the lake looks so tiny
and fragile
Waterfall just goes on
mixes blue and white
do you feel allright?
Words softly spoken
whispering dead mans
crutches
Guard the plains and
forgotten mountains
As if we were the last
off gods sons and daughters.
Friday 15th January 2021 5:06 pm
Black as death.
Spaces, how black brought us death
Lies
Cut your own flesh
Everything exept
the medicine
Behaviour problems
Your background doesnt mean anything to me
you see
heaven or hell
will it be fifty percent
to me
Nightmares always or never
Two times fifty percent
makes screaming one hunderd percent
Is there a lifeforce to ask
a speedy solution
what a bloody ...
Friday 8th January 2021 11:41 pm
No human.
Enjoy, dont be scared
the world as we know it
will still be turning
Horrors can suffocate
and blow smoke around your soul
Blurry are the stories that keep
clinging to your lips
Your skin itches under
the sheets
Summers drought created
static electricity
at any given time
Chemistry between humans
oozes complexity
Look
Sigh
Cue
Each piece of being
...Friday 8th January 2021 10:38 pm
Dartmoor
The ghost fears its thinking
about walking
faster and faster
approaching mountains
seconds turn to two curses
Pushed up blood
murmurs trough my eyes
by a gnawing evil force
a slightly suppressed feeling
still i must be going
Haste drives me over these plains
dried up riverbeds
and breaking branches
the first hedge drops
splashing on starving flowers
it ...
Wednesday 6th January 2021 8:22 pm
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