Member Poem

Down in the ocean blue, the hell of scripture lies.
Seductive mysteries that blind the brightest eyes.
Sirens draped in blood; the shadowed form of tortured creatures-
Angels trapped in white; a soundless hall of sinless preachers.

The devil, charming teeth spread wide, brings monologues of gold,
To masses, mad with need to find, the riches beyond hold.
The crazed-unfocused-focusing, set sail in blinded want.
A daze-unnoticed-noticing, the victims of the hunt.

The lapping of the windless waves - a tale of kingdoms come.
The laughing of the mindless maze - a tantalizing thrum.
The ripples call - they spray and splash - in barely whispered words.
And closer still - until at last - the ripples can be heard.