Thursday, November 16, 2017

Rise the dark age of man

Rise the Ibis and the crow,
Eire of nature they will us show.

adjutants grow strong await the feed,
of staring wide eyes, mans rampant greed.

Diamond Tiara's, golden ruby ring,
burning into flesh, painful red sting.

harbingers of death flock in the periphery,
hooded creatures herald dark, light epiphany.

blazing red moon, controls the sea,
dark day noon , we shall soon see.

the good in man will yet him save,
from the conspirators pale rider & the grave.

Dont be hornswoggled by the impending storm,
the thunder klap signals us to warn.

await the end of dark days rise.
free from blindness is our surprise.

QJD 2017

Friday, November 3, 2017

moving forward 2017 november

life to my simple mind, is not about being rich, famous or even free, it has a singular purpose & aligning myself with this purpose is now my goal.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

The world is NOW @ WAR 2017

The world is now @ WAR
its visiously baying down your door.
As Masses are driven from their homes,

Whatever does chase the innocent away,
must be beastly, frightening & there it wont stay.
in wild wind innocence now sadly roams.

Ideology will scorch Earth between land asunder,
follows the innocent for its own gross plunder.
for nations to gridlock their power.

This world is now filled with this extreme hurtful HATE,
It is NOW dismantling your previously peaceful GATE.
its an extremely daunting time for an hour.

Tarquin J Oarsmad 2017

Friday, October 14, 2016

a synoptic reaction a life lived

stone of gold, its touch cold.
a perceived treasure.

warmth of flesh, is always fresh,
a value beyond measure.

do not be misled, true value, it is said.
is its people that give us pleasure.


Tuesday, September 27, 2016

march to megiddo

As we march to Nosgorov , across the Abysmal plain.
my eye alights upon a red rose , growing against the grain.

guns and sites of man  align, the rose is at peace.
the machinations of war roll on, awakening Valhalla's feast.

The rose its beauty under-filed, a pure vision before the dawn.
of a plain spotted with crimson flecks, before the end of this days morn.

QJD 2016

Thursday, January 30, 2014

time traveler

Is it beyond a mortal mans design,
to understand life , to define time?

Or does a single epiphany await,
a sole explorer at life's golden gate.

QJD 2013

tic scab

your groveling up meth less than a dime.
as you throw your head back , to snap your own spine.

your eyes are crazy wild now all of the time,
you think you are normal you believe that your fine.

youve stopped even trying to walk the fine line,
really believing your cleverly running rhyme.

life is passing you, like  a silent mime,
as meth rots flesh as chemicals dine.

its all about you , its all about mine.
owlishly watching as others pass wine.

you feeling your great , feeling sublime,
as teeth fall out  and your hair a husk, is a sign.

that soon the filth pavement  your racked body will sadly align.

QJD 2013