When Hell Freezes Over

I collaboration between Crowely and me. Thanks so much for helping with this poem.

  Fine grains of sand blowing in all directions with whipping winds
   Blazing fiery sun beating down on fragile supple skin
   But watch out for in the desert a snow storm is 'bout to begin

Don't look to the sky boy, your sun all but shining cloaked in mist
The skin on your face tight as new leather hide, see your breath
The shirt on your back thin and sunbleached, watch the first flake settle

Gray ominous clouds filled with white orbs instead of rain
Green scaly lizards paralyzed from drastic change in climate
 For your sultry desert is no longer in perfect alignment

 

 Each new flake brings distant memory of your unsettled mind
The flurry sings regret perched on the tip of your now numb nose
This desert white out a lyrical oxymoron, but so solid, so real

 A blizzard has taken over your back yard along with your soul
The once sandy terrain is now covered in sparkling white
Sucks to be you as the temp drops below thirty tonight

 

 

Author's Note

I asked Crowely help me write this piece. It is based off a dream I have had.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Just when you think it is hot as hell, you are
sure to realize the extreme can be horrible.

When the first flake falls prepare to duck.
Life is about to drop you with 40 below.

"The sultry desert is no longer in perfect alignment."
We should be prepared for the surprise soon as we
think things are here to stay.

Back yard covered in snow, the temp drops below thirty
tonght------Your life has frozen over and you would be so
pleased to see a few snow flakes now, or the terrible heat.
In other words, you have been frozen out and you long
for the good times when you thought life was a drag.

----- Eagle Cruagh

[tynamite]

I love this poem.

[E.H. Monroe]

Crowley is a fiend and a horrible dresser, but I'll be fucked sideways if he isn't a wealth of inspiration to everyone.

I took this in a different light. I saw this as when the big hammer falls and the changes in temperature bring the snow to the Nevada deserts our clock has hit the 11th hour and its fight or die.

The one's left out will be fucked like dogs in the street where the one's with some foresight will be safely in their beds.

A mind rocker for sure.

[HorrorMaster]

A very nice poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

A cold night can feel like hell. Powerful words and statements in this poem. The language and story kept my attention to the last words. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[just rose.]

This is really well done! Lots of beautiful images and great cadence. Nice collab!

[Mauricio Montoya]

Dreams, no matter how they make sense when I’m dreaming I could never write them down, I could never get the right words to explain it right. I like how you brought this piece together. Excellent write.

[Abhinav]

Oh i love the font, can i know which one it is?
it was a lovely poem, and the flow was brilliant

[Jenny Nelson]

'This desert white out a lyrical oxymoron, but so solid, so real'

Wonderfully well done description and expression of a dream. The piece is hard hitting, but does have a dream-like quality to it. Excellent!

[Emily B]

I am already tired of snow . . . and it's early yet :)