Some Latin-inspired poetry. I've only revised these briefly, so any constructive criticism you might have is certainly welcomed. With open arms. Very welcomingly. I also have a Wordpress site dedicated to these poems, so if you think you've similar stuff before, maybe you have.
The nape of my neck is filled with shattered thoughts.
It is the hour of sorrow, the time of faithlessness.
Every blade of grass grows bitter beneath every drop
of blood that spills forward. In the distance, they sleep.
My ears tense against the evil spirits that attempt to make
a mockery of this sacred heartbeat that whispers
with every pulse, I do this for Love. I do this for Love.
And I like to think, from where I sit on a lofty
spectator’s balcony, that i would have been The One.
The One to stay. The One to stand up. The One
to whisper words of encouragement. Yet part of me
is thankful I was not there, at that time, for I know
that if my transgressions shattered His flesh and pierced
His brow, then I am no better than The Ones
who fled. My hands are covered in blood. Mea culpa,
mea culpa, mea culpa, I fear I would not have stayed.
It is only by this hallowed covenant that I breathe daily.