Here I sit, waiting for something to stir inside.Something unavoidable.A word, image, or emotion that sets my being to work.Signals to amplify. Mind itching, soul contorting, body in stasis.Dependent on that flow to be complete.Hunting a purpose for the moment.A weapon to kill the emptiness inside. At long last the darkness is slashed away.Awaken the…
Category: Verse
Mottled Return
The end is nigh!Ye, the end is in sight.The end is a blight of which forewarns our demise.Our return to the night, the deepest dark in our eyes. Sight slips away as reality rends our brain.The prickling of life shivers across the grey surface.Bridges burning in the frigid slowing undulations.Memories unfriendly as they pass. Teeter…
Dearest Seren, inspired by Wolforian
Wibbly wobbly timey-wimey…stuff.It goes “ding” when there’s stuff. People bring in their stuff to watch it tumble down trees.It slips through some holes ending up under knees. From there the stuff flings from one end to other.Ends up in your bank from the sweet Seren Mother.
Love Nub
What is that thing?Could it be a grub?No, my good man! It is a love nub! Neither here and neither there, you might lose it in all the hair. Some are small and some are large. But if you press it, then you’re in charge.What is that thing, I ask again? Like a feathered pecking…
Suppressed Being
Fall back, oh lonely walls.Most precious of these held beauty.At dusk she grasped and lifted eyes thatseldom marveled at sweet surprise. Lean close, oh bated breath.Sauntering slow in deepened embrace.Eager to chance a gaze,those radiant fire eyes. Be still, oh blazing heart.Hold tender this song of yearning.Place thoughtful sounds down softly,as sheltered is love that…
I am the Night
Never fear, my little one.I am The Night.I am not soft or quick.But if you ask,I can be.My eyes feel your spell,swirling soft in the darkness.My heart hears our song,sweetly lingering in our bones.I am The Night, little one.Do not fear me.I am only absent light.Do not love me.The stars will chase me away.Do not…
Ideal Love
Like the somber love of two embers thrown from a fire, climbing ever higher into the sky. Always remembering the warmth of the other, an edge to keep their inner fires burning. They climb. They burn. They light the path for others who dream.
Did I write this?
Time has slowed.So slow that I can count the leaves fall one by one.The autumn colors have faded and lost their ways.The ground has grown cold and dry.Yet I still feel your warmth, like the morning sun on my skin.The feel reminds me of the first time our lips touched.A rush, a desire, a fire.
Sand Birds
Dainty birds snuggle on a steady stretching wire. The moon wanes slow past heightened labors of a fire.Rushing sounds around are deafened by their sighs. Hearts weaving heavy while they peered into the sky. They set aside woes; seeking comfort; speaking slow. The rush of the fire sweetly burned with their desire. Catching ends aflame…
Immaculate Rhetoric
Pieces spectacular rending my skinWilted and weary waves of sedationDreams crunch underfootWorst enemy oneself, dreams on a shelfApplying pressure to feed each desireLoosely charged and lost in translationThe myriad woes reeling in vileConsumed by this trembling handResponsible for naught, a plot of denialHidden midst many, boons granted fewBehavior melds instinct divided and strewn