Seed; verse from Lord David

A space broke in the clouds
looking down from
my dank & rusty keep
to show shimmering lawns,
cherished moments,
soft bells & colored lights
of a celebration or perhaps
a festival of sorts...
I found my way down
to roll the dice at
the crossroads of Truth & Greed,
meeting strangers who knew me
(or so they said).
Wandering from broken promises
to each dark empty glass,
I learned the biology of death,
where love has but one ventrical,
always certain, pumping outwards,
living on whispers & dreams.
Robbed blind of senses,
gang raped by department
store window manekens,
cocaine habit harlequins,
glittered up for the feast
of all they can steal that will
be stolen back from the beaten
at a meaningless game,
I crawled back to these
hallowed halls above the clouds
& dreams & selfish wishes,
to purge myself of their toxic sweet venom,
candy cane logic, self preservation,
snakes in the larder & fashion
of the instant variety show.
Now the walls run with blood
that tastes like sweet bourbon,
like a new resurrection,
like pumping ink semen,
in fountain pen erection,
to leave a curious mark
& kill sweet vanity on paper,
to write again these silent words
that fall like cannon fire on my ears,
to let eternity rush through this
narrow fleeting flesh time,
to say nothing more than beware;
for I have left my seed among you.