The Weeping Wagons

Weeping wagons with woeful swings
Dispersals of seedy sorrows and pains
Thunderclouds throwing towers down
Like flakes born in lakes for ailing rays
The world is a word in bleeding wards
Like a hard hack on a back in the dark
Tick a tenth of ten with a pen in a pen
Thick thunderstorms trade in far skies
Highways wail like a wounded skyway
Within the painful planes on far plains
Bloody flood floored the ground floor
Like sea wave window-dressing shore
Weeping wagons with woeful swings
Day dreaming like creams in a stream
Total torrents towing all towers down
Like a shadow sailing into a dark room
OUR HEARTACHES
We roar like thunder
And bleed like floods
We weep like clouds
And sink like wrecks
Our dubious keepers
Crush our wall clocks
Our geckos are dumb
Souls they have none
Music is like a dunghill
Laughter is pure vanity
Our bread breeds boils
Farming is a thorn-fare
Ribs enthroned to reign
Like the moon at nights
For wages mock pocket
As pins in a deep socket
For our bold heartaches
Our head hosts hammer
For our fair candle lights
Our skies generate wind
We sink like evening sun
And like fading shadows
We weep into the nights
Awaiting the Christ Jesus
LYRICAL MOTION
On the dark pages for persecution
Faith is crowned with prosecution
At the stakes for banal executions
The redeemed soars on elevation
In Christ resides divine promotion
Under his canopy sings protection
Like a nightingale in lyrical motion
WITH THE NOSIEST COWRIES
With the noisiest cowries
The wind storms dowries
Like germ infected infants
Down with fleeing tyrants
Upon the noisiest crowds
The sky slays black clouds
Like rain measured floods
Bookmarking fresh bloods
Against the noisiest drums
The storms hail black rums
Like the disgruntled sailors
Quacking like lonely tailors
Sharp rays laundered noon
Caught up with the dry nun
Let out the air tutored dove
Like lovers on the airy stove