Taste of Hemloc

[Lord Hemloc]

Here and there and back again, from that which is and that which was.
Shadows that sneer but can't stand erect
And those that call on intellect, but call comes in collect.

For who goes there now, perhaps it's someone new.
We know not from where He came, just showed up and somehow grew.

We travel down life’s highway and witness the dead among the road
For who the bell tolls still no one knows, these seeds are poison look at what you have sowed.

Never mind the wounds my dear, I have licked them all clean.
And in the midnights gleam, I heard them all howl and scream.

Now wash your dirty face and don't worry that faith will make it burn.
Perhaps it was the father of fates, that you would never learn.

Turn your soul from your ancient inheritance, they have come for you now.
Dig your grave now darling, yes I see the sweat running down your brow.
I watch you as you slumber while you fall from grace, I see your closed eyes twitch and flutter as you now leave this place. But before you leave, go not with haste. I serve you my Hemloc heart won't you have a taste.

Lord Hemloc

[bad_kitty_77]

Favorite line: Never mind the wounds my dear, I have licked them all clean.

"I serve you my Hemloc heart won't you have a taste."
I trust this breed of Hemloc is the non-poisonous variety?

[Lord Hemloc]

That my dear depends on the day of the week and what planets are in line with my arse.

[bad_kitty_77]

I see...will bother you no more, my Lord.

[thrall]

hello

A very Dante image, the dream.........

Ego Dominus Tuus.......... Vide Cor Tuum.........

yes.......a favored passage

Thrall

[John56{vg}]

ooooo Thrall I love when you speak Latin. Makes my toes curl.

[bad_kitty_77]

Ah and I see John, like the divine Ms. Thrall, is also a California native. We should start a club...

[John56{vg}]

I would be honored Bad-kitty, sounds great!!

[bad_kitty_77]

*Purrs*

[tessa]

Now wash your dirty face and don't worry that faith will make it burn.

Like a stroke across the soul.

Powerful imagery, Lord Hemloc.

tessa

ps. John, thrall could curl just about anything she wanted, I'm thinking.

[Rhabbi]

A bit overboard, but still a good read.

[Lord Hemloc]

That actually made me laugh out loud, Do you know or even aware how things like that make you look....
I remain,
Lord Hemloc

[tessa]

A bit overboard, but still a good read.

"A bit"?? Quite the understatement again. With this, we are plunged to the very depths. Poetry is the essence of "overboard". It is to be a drowning of the soul. Lord Hemloc provides us that in each of his offerings.

My thanks to you, Lord Hemloc, for sharing.

tessa