Poems from Jörmundgandr

What's there to know that can't be said through my poetry? I'm a romantic.
I watch As the ghosts waft  Away from my parted lips, The fire I hold now  In cracked  Fingertips;   Burning my renditions of humanity...
There's a song Somewhere In there: Deep down at The bottom Of the hour, Where your Too tired to sleep And Too awake to move. Where the...
What is this deep beating in my chest?for this thundering music that wont allow me rest.these muscles pulse, these eyes are filled, and...
Creation, Destruction, One and the same. For to make a verse Is still at worse Just bleeding onto a  Innocent page. Scarring it, Marking...
Watch the funeral pyre grow higher; Watch as the noose grows tighter. Listen to the cry of the cockroach As he sees the final horsemen...

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