Sitting by the Dock of the Bay..(SS ish)
Sitting by the Dock of the Bay…
Lounging beside the docks watching my wristwatch as time ticks by
Playing tricks on my eyes and mind wondering why….
A thundering sky spits acidic droplets on my soon-to-be carcass
Seemingly doomed in this darkness; assumed a callous bastard…
My face plastered by plasma spillages shed in towns and villages
Daggers drew from sheaths; I slew chiefs, and found brazen mages
On false Altars supported by sons plus daughters from devilish men -/
Women condemned swimming in bloody waters of feverish yen
I rendered the Gen of a green generation to a sure subjugation
Instigation caused irritation to the Daimyo of the days in question
Drove by the Shogun - I strove to open up hearts with a Bokken…
Groping an urge to hurt hordes, my swords reputations’ unbroken.
Lost in these dreamless dreams
Accosting with meaningless means
Fighting defenceless defences
Smiting sickened senseless senses.
Auspicious in this war, the art of the trenches is raw…
So intense its - furore now commences galore
More the merrier, musing mutilations of torsos
Troopers rolled - communicating with Morse codes
A killer once a poet, - I still slept on my own prose
Until I wrote odes depicting the death of those foes
Then rose in the rankings amid political siblings
Yet amid this hierarchy now grew indifference…
Faced by mad martyrs surged with samurai valour
I served the Kings offspring “death before dishonour”
Then swore I’d diminish the breath of your Emperor
Kissed the Princess, left wet in the cleft of her chamber
Peers wept as their best kept secret slept with danger
Deluded secluded from the sect, now I crept as a Ninja…
…Leaving limbless limbs… such grimness lingers…
Dynasties’ - crushed by the nimbleness of my fingers.
I vanish into lightless light
Vainly vanquish each lifeless life
In sinless sin - I sink all kinless kin…
Just to gain another winless win.
I became mystical holding futuristic knowledge at my fingertips
Planting digital devices to sacrifice life, then fled as a fugitive
Looting was lucrative, so I stacked the booty in safety houses
The future Empress now holds my seed, her beauty douses…
Entices my sublime state to bleed emotive traits, I leave trails
Since snakes - tail the smell of my-self covered in brief hell
Discovering the weak fail as I eat slugs and snails for breakfast
Trusting not in cousins, knowing trust just impales the reckless
Facing dusk - I’ll not rest in dust till this world is speck-less…
Lacing lust on sordid sluts in the shape of a pearl necklace
Shaken and restless – I left what seems half a nation headless
Then suddenly arrows of spite hit me - splicing my arteries…
Might meet my maker, yet I partially survive in royal ovaries.
Sitting by the dock of the bay:
Watching my blood drain… - away
I tour time, emerging at signs of war…
Endless soul of a warrior defines uproar.