The Millennium Project

Millennium(Part 1)

Lush tangled forest,sour stench of death.
Sons,daughters,mothers fathers,
extinguished by my shaking hands
I rest now in another time,
the last of that generation.
the smooth curves of this reality,harsh for these old world eyes.
a sterile existence,cold and sleek
mortality non-existent.
I lay in despair,dreaming a putrid death
that will never come,
a curdled soul,living millennium.
Presidents of yesteryear,reborn
no shining sun to warm the soul
a tragedy.
I lost it all,only to win it again,
to watch it slip hopelessly through my fingers.
Fiery bellowing explosions,splinter existence.I survive.

Millennium(Part 2)

fiery explosions
splinter earth,
brink of destruction
mankind in shambles
emerging
survivors arise.
Wounded,and walking
searching for
hearts,bleeding,one last
fight,a group effort
stand,attack
I’ll fight the future,
redemption of the past
wash away
my crimson stained hands

© Copyright 2008 Daniel Dale Herring