14 Mar 2007
0 CommentsSerpent’s Tongue
Serpent’s Tongue by SilencioBarnes
A writing exercise for abcedarians – I like the story I told with the form 🙂 To read the actual poem and see the structure go here: http://silenciobarnes.com/writing/serpents-tongue/ – you will also find more info, the video and some other downloads there.
Serpent’s Tongue
Apple of eyes, fruit of the womb
Beneath petalum lashes
Color consumes
Declaration of absence from
Earth’s metal tomb
Forgotten, a past that is
Gone all too soon
Hell is predicted one dark afternoon
Inhaled by the victim
Justified by the tension then
Killed by the witness
Legalized and consumed
Made into a prison that spells out our doom
Named “He is Risen” we followed like fools
Opened the sepulcher
Pandora entombed by her own curiosity
Questioned by whom
Rescinded by one yet accepted by two
Said man and said woman
The serpent’s dark croon
Unlimited knowledge it sang was our due
Venom so sweet that it sang to our souls
Water and dirt sprang forth man, it was so
Xenophobe made them alike to himself
Yet left them with naught in their brains but their souls
Zenith of innocence lost to us all
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Bonus
Serpent’s Tongue Remix
Here’s a version of Serpent’s Tongue that a friend of mines set to music. I plan to use it, and other tracks, in a project called SilentFilm.
Find the Serpent’s Tongue Video on Facebook
Serpent’s Tongue is a poem that proves I know my ABC’s…seriously 🙂 You can find out more about it here: https://silenciobarnes.net/writing/serpents-tongue/
Posted by SilencioBarnes on Tuesday, June 28, 2011

1 Dec 2015
0 CommentsOne Sunapple St.
One Sunapple St.
I asked you for an apple
You asked me for the sun
Knowing outside of metaphors
I couldn’t give you one
You asked me for a miracle
Right when I turned to run
And against all odds I
Turned around and somehow gave you one
I ate my tasty apple
You said I was the sun
You reached for it then blamed me
When the heat burned on your tongue
Sometimes we unravel
Our work becomes undone
And sometimes we are stunned to find
The work has just begun
Sometimes you’re my apple
Sometimes you’re my sun
Sometimes you’re the first to cry
Sometimes I’m the one
Sometimes these things chase us
These things we can’t outrun
But sometimes I’m the troubled mind
And you’re the loaded gun
Bang
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One Sunapple St. I asked you for an apple You asked me for the sun Knowing outside of metaphors I couldn’t give you…
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