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Poem: Over The Next Glass Hilltop . . .

Updated on October 31, 2014
Even The Angel of Light is cast to endless silence . . .
Even The Angel of Light is cast to endless silence . . .

Where do I go where I am unknown?

Over the next glass hilltop the music whines, the harlot dines with queens

While the beggar walks with plastic kings.

The final pain died a bloody death while arrogance crawled before truthful stings

Eyes once blinded now see “the” visual God, pure scents of man’s illusioned scenes


And music left by joker’s with no names claimed empty rooms where a destined cobweb dealed

Serpents sliced with hallowed ghostly moans clinging to the air ‘round my misery to atone

Shepherd great with no word to base, points truth, grace, to one silent face.


Shy amphibian dry and heat so high

Kisses the dreary, dreadful morgue in my sigh

Is she here, the “guide” said with halfway paralyzed lip

Is she a soul, a raven so black, or on “his” ship with windless sails on back?


Life's slow-motion scenes in silent dance

Steps in mazes so infantile while girls with frozen traits so pure

Gaze downward saying every other forbidden prayer and word

Circles their grass and cave so sad, living the time and eating the bad

I cried once evolving to a man and crying lowly as her silver eyes shown once

While backing to the lost hearts of men more vile than me


With creatures mute and loud, while violence rode upon his private cloud

Eyes tormenting the proud lashes cutting the ignorant faces brown

Not a splintered cross, not a pew nor ‘pit

She was her own savior sweet while consuming the slimy serpent hypocrite


And love, oh, love what a distance you came

Soothing her breasts that felt our disgraceful pain

We tried to stand, but only with diseased, quivering hands eaten with age

And wrinkle grand, boils so sore, not a measure, not a man.

Satan stabbed by his darkness grand . . .
Satan stabbed by his darkness grand . . .
Creatures brown and death in hand . . .
Creatures brown and death in hand . . .
Satan's fleshly cloak now torn . . .
Satan's fleshly cloak now torn . . .
Chaos grins a smirky grin . . .
Chaos grins a smirky grin . . .
One more glass hilltop . . .
One more glass hilltop . . .

Nothing contests a child's innocence

Children innocent rhyme sit by roadside gazing toward snowy chimes

Watching my bloody feet one drag, one scab, no reason more

Can catch her shadow, feel her hand, and die twice again

Children dance in solitary trance while numbers of stallions fall in dance


With shiny swords and anger drawn avenging the fool, the drunk, and pawn

Never claiming the title clean, never living, walking or talking the twinkle to be seen

Captives freed and still I need

Her haunting river chant heard at darkest night—I’ve no heart of rock to hold to now


Sweet lover, how evil, how playful the devil can be, running a laugh to lovers in clover

Picking flowers, teasing with false dreams with no levies

She is fading, Father! She is fading a heartbeat at a time!

Can you not, will you not, reach one finger for her?

Death's one last step I see

Over the next bloody hill lies heaven unhid

Deeds we dreamed and deeds we did

Dreams we dreamed and fools’ garments we seamed

All on the ground for us to see . . .


The scents, the death-like smells, the lost ideas we had

The chances, a harlot’s prances in dreary red light house far away

Our Bible pews and children dressed all in blue

Still our blood oozed, spilled, and finally poured onto “her” hair


And me, deserving me, tied to an angry fence the pale man owned

Caressing the brimstone, her joy did lay

Watching while hordes march just one way

Not knowing wrong, right, day or night

Watching and whispering prayers to a God now absent

Now this is Hell-a rotting, souls-a blotting, and shadows growing slim.


By the gate, you fool, an ageless incredpid creature said

You move, you say what you need to say as the gate swings once

And horses dance twice

She is there

She is there

Make your diseases walk, I say. When toucheth her head, no pain you will

Know from your death


Then over the last silent hilltop your reward is waiting.

Food for no hunger

Wine for no plunderer

And sleep, Godly-sleep, for you, her, and horses fair.

So arrogance lays beating a silent soul . . .
So arrogance lays beating a silent soul . . .

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    • kenneth avery profile imageAUTHOR

      Kenneth Avery 

      3 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      The Examiner - 1,

      I extend my Sincere Thanks to you, Examiner-1.

      Your comments mean a lot to me.

      I noticed that HubPages' mechanics posted your one comment twice. And no, my ego is not inflated two times. LOL.

      Thanks again.

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      The Examiner-1 

      3 years ago

      All I can say is awesome Kenneth. I voted up, shared and pinned.

      Kevin

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      The Examiner-1 

      3 years ago

      All that I can say is awesome Kenneth. I voted up, shared and pinned.

      Kevin

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      Kenneth Avery 

      4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      My Dear Gypsy Rose Lee,

      Thank you so much for your sweet and profound remark. I sensed something in your comment that you are somewhat of a "watcher," as well--watching world events and society and knowing that down the road something IS coming and some things we are not going to know how to cope with unless we diligently search for wisdom.

      Take it easy, Gypsy. And God bless you for the reading and commenting and being a dear friend.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 

      4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up This has a little of everything mentioning death and destruction. This is what I hope the world isn't coming to. Just blew me away. Passing this on.

    • kenneth avery profile imageAUTHOR

      Kenneth Avery 

      4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      vkwok,

      Thanks, my good friend. You are truly a warm friend who has such a tender heart. May God bless you.

    • kenneth avery profile imageAUTHOR

      Kenneth Avery 

      4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      vkwok,

      Thanks, my good friend. You are truly a warm friend who has such a tender heart. May God bless you.

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      Kenneth Avery 

      4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      annart,

      Thank you from my old heart for your sweet comment, which is just a reflection of your sweet spirit and heart.

      God bless you richly. And like ALL of my followers, I will always think of you fondly and as a dear friend.

    • kenneth avery profile imageAUTHOR

      Kenneth Avery 

      4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      grand old lady (who is NOT old)

      Thank you, my friend. I appreciate your comments so much. Do you reckon that I am a walking contridiction? LOL.

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      Victor W. Kwok 

      4 years ago from Hawaii

      You are a master poet, Kenneth. This was really dark and powerful.

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      Ann Carr 

      4 years ago from SW England

      A sincere thank you is nothing to be ashamed about! Your writing gets better every time I read and that is down to you. Again, well done!

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      Mona Sabalones Gonzalez 

      4 years ago from Philippines

      I enjoy reading your dark side. How can so much come from such a humorous man? Extremes are cool and very interesting.

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      Kenneth Avery 

      4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      esmonaco,

      Hi, good friend. Thank you from the heart, for taking time to read this hub and comment. May God bless your life richly.

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      Kenneth Avery 

      4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      rebekahELLE,

      I love you for what you said. I am NOT the only hubber who is into poetry. And confidentally, for me, this type of poetry hurts me terribly to write. I am not jiving.

      Thanks for your input.

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      Kenneth Avery 

      4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      askformore lm,

      Thank you kindly. I appreciate you very much. And this is NOT, I repat NOT just something I say. I mean it.

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      Kenneth Avery 

      4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, annart,

      I am humbled, no, stunned at such an amazing and sweet remark. I feel so ashamed of just having a "Sincere thank you," to offer you.

      I wish I had wealth untold, then I would take ALL of my followers on a four-month cruise, pay all of their bills off and then go back to writing hubs on the cruise ship that I bought on a whim.

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      askformore lm 

      4 years ago

      I like your poem! I read it several times, but I will come back and read it even closer. Thanks!

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      rebekahELLE 

      4 years ago from Tampa Bay

      Stunning, descriptive poetry, Kenneth. Writing like this comes from a depth all poets wish to reach. I'll come back and read again. Very well done.

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      Eugene Samuel Monaco 

      4 years ago from Lakewood New York

      Kenneth, You have an amazing talent, poetry is not my thing, but I read every word in Awe! and could not stop reading. Your choice of photos, also amazing. Looks like Ann said it all

      Superb!

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      Ann Carr 

      4 years ago from SW England

      Wow! This is powerful stuff; such a well-crafted poem. The death, despair and evil of war and destruction. I was mesmerised from the start.

      Superb!

      Ann

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