Chase the Devil’s Herd

chase the devil's herd by erozeno, avant garde poet erozeno, google +

Chase the Devil’s Herd

Fire on the horizon

Darkness fills the sky

Smoke smothers the moon

Rivers flow with the blood of the damned

On a dead-end trail that goes forever

Chase the Devil’s herd

A searing avalanche of heat

Strangles the senses

Like a choking inferno

The hounds of hell howl at their master’s voice

In the valley of the forsaken souls

Chase the Devil’s herd

The ride of death advances

Faster than a hell-bound train

There is no escape

Satan’s noose becomes tighter with each step

Every man has a rendezvous with death

There is no turning back

There is no escape

Chase the Devil’s herd

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Prism of Shadows

erozeno, poetry, spoken word poetry, Prism of Shadows

Prism of Shadows

The American Dream became a nightmare              

I lost my soul to the darkness

I struggled to get it back

I had seen the Light, it had not seen me

40 days & 40 nights, I drove the back-roads

with Lightnin’ & the Wolf

True believers on a lost highway

200 miles per hour in the passing lane

one foot on the gas and one on the brake

We flew through gaps in the raindrops

A race from reality, a surge to the light

through the prism of shadows

The wrong decision for the right reason

The signs along the roadside read:

      Freedom Isn’t Free

     Obey Your Corporate Masters

     Who’s Watching Big Brother?

     There are Liars, Damn Liars, and Politicians

     Wal-Mart™ Died for Your Sins

     Beware of Dogma

     The Meek Shall Inherit $hit

     Nothing to Hide = Everything to Lose

     The Protector Has Become the Enemy

     It Takes a Village to Raze a Village

     There’s No Crime Like a War Crime

     The Revolution Will Be Televised

     …and Injustice for All!

Erozeno, Spoken word poetry, poetry, avant garde poet

South of Eden, I stopped for the Sorceress

An electric raven-haired enchantress

with a heart of passion and apocalyptic fire in her veins

Her glistening eyes illuminated the twilight

Daughter of Eros, disciple of Sappho

She exerted dominion over the serpent

She broke the protracted silence

as she leaned to me and whispered in my ear:

     To inherit the earth, one must pay the Devil his due

     You evade the Devil’s herd

     the dead-end trail that knows no end

     You flee the rivers which flow

     with the blood of the damned

     Where Satan’s noose tightens each day

     and everyone has a rendezvous with death

     There is no turning back

     there is no escape

     Stay the course

     seek first the shadows

     Find the light through the prism of shadows

© 2014, Erozeno