murdershepherd

murdershepherd @ 2004-01-29T22:43:00

2004-01-30T03:43:12Z

Tell me, Father,

If a ring of metal and stones makes a king,

what makes a God?

murdershepherd @ 2004-01-25T11:13:00

2004-01-25T16:13:24Z

people say
you are supposed to be
a voice in my head.
all I hear is raucous laughter
like the sound of
stepping on broken glass

IS THIS HOW YOU SAW MY HEART?
RIPPED
RENDED
TORN APART?
YOU'LL FORGET ABOUT
WHAT I SAY
NOBODY CARES
ANYWAY.

So until I see
the end of time,
Fuck you,
and your brightly colored
tapestries.

murdershepherd @ 2004-01-13T01:34:00

2004-01-13T06:34:41Z

The night is cold,
and your cell phone died out.
bank left,
swerve right,
no point

.your life is a sheet of ice.

murdershepherd @ 2004-01-13T00:30:00

2004-01-13T05:30:59Z

It was morning on this cold hill and just as everyday before it this one was marked by shuffling feet on the pavement. It was morning, but the bitter stubborn night wasnt going down without a spectacular fight, not unlike two heathen gods locked in combat for eternity, or at least until
tomorrow morning.
as night finally yielded to the mornings vicious onslaught,
I sighed as my morning imprisonment came down the road, swaggering around in no particular fashion, as if it was trying to shake off last nights festivities.
right on schedule.
As my jailor finally slowed to a stop, I take one last quick look at my home.
Knowing that I wouldnt see it for many moods, or at least
a poets eternity.

murdershepherd @ 2004-01-12T20:57:00

2004-01-13T01:57:07Z

The world is falling
and this city still burns
in the smoldering ruin of our past,
we are cured.
and thank God for
the painless doom
that falls from the
red sky.