Today’s random twitter poem is about an ancient holy building once used maybe during Grecian or Roman-era times, and someone who stands inside the place feeling its presence and power.  This poem was inspired by 9 random words provided (in blue) from the following twitter followers who played today:

@coyotesqrl (cassava), @or1gb1u3 (lavender), @joenobody (agnostic), @WebBetty (stench), @shemah (bread), @anefallarme (Evolve), @darksaturn7 (center), @fujcycle13 (intrinsic), @azredneck (forecast)

Ancient Cathedral

No fine aroma of lavender found here
only the stench of stale moldy bread
accented with earthy scent of cassava

Even the most devout agnostic can feel
Something flowing from the center, intangible
The aura and ancient power of this place

What once might have been full of life
Now carries the ghosts of centuries past
Abandoned but never forgotten

Once ancient rights that would eventually evolve
Were performed at these now dusty granite altars
Stained Glass illusions danced around the walls

This once powerful symbol of divinity and good
Destruction and ruin were never in the forecast
Now its intrinsic value belonging to ghosts

You stand surveying all of this waiting for a sign
Is there a lost god left who will answer your prayer?
Can freedom and peace be found here within?

-Poem by Dragon Blogger

Today’s very dark poem just seemed to come together based on the 11 random words (in blue) that I received from the following twitter people:

@anefallarme (lust), @azredneck (player), @Yochanan (death), @KnightDiver (serenity), @Miragi (seclusion), @Heleanora (constipated), @ArunBasilLal (copyright), @mebplus2 (Marigold), @StarMars (mango), @sgetwit (Tropical), @joenobody (inconceivable)

Saying Goodbye

Lacking the lust for life
That once kept you so happy
Sadness filled your every cracks

Family and friends disconnected
Boring career with no future ahead
This constipated life leeching your sanity

Seeking the tropical world that exists
On the other side of this life
Where a soul can flourish like a marigold

At first a flirty thought
Soon becomes quite serious
What is the best and most painless course

Then you act on the inconceivable
Looking forward to the serenity
That can only be found in death

So you lock yourself in seclusion
In a garage with all doors closed
Would it hurt to suffocate you wonder

You start the car and rev the engine
Feeling like a player in a game
One you will both win and lose in the end

Mango colored distortions in your vision
Light headed and blurry you slump forward
Let them copyright my final act in life

-Poem by Dragon Blogger