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Nov 2020 · 67
Beginnings
RandleFunk Nov 2020
Spearing morning gloom
over mist clung forest slopes
Rose light kisses your skin

Sparrows flit chittering
among arches of umber and gold
Heavens powdered sapphire

Break your cage
with a warm wildflower breeze
Begin your day anew
Sep 2020 · 51
Nuance
RandleFunk Sep 2020
The texture in the grain of a polished wooden table
The iridescent vision-defying blue of a flower petal
The pungent base and delicate zing of freshly ground cardamom
The sonorous melancholic resonance of a cello
The golden warmth of a late September sun in a crisp cloudless sky
The silken reflections of wet cobblestones in dancing blue light
The earthiness of dust in a timeworn attic
The rough warmth of a leather photo album cover
Your lop-sided half smile
Sep 2020 · 90
The Train
RandleFunk Sep 2020
Into the night ‘neath the setting sun, the carriages shudder and creak
The chains and the hooks and wooden ribcage in the shadows you shall not seek
The jagged steel spine in twisted agony roars a mighty shriek
With oil like blood spattered and staining from an engine beyond antique

How many souls walked the dread path, above that abyssal fault?
With the stars spinning and hissing across a moonless godless vault
The fireman shovels hopes and dreams into a boiler of cursed basalt
On the track of teeth a-chattering, the locomotive that time cannot halt

Past cliffs of bleak stone pillars where things unseen flit and slither
The grim driver pushes onwards, his boney arm keen to deliver
the passengers, fares paid in full with a price that will make you sHiVer
Their faces stare in horrified calm as the train clatters over the River -

Roiling and burning beneath the flesh bridge convulsed in tormented pain
The engine lets out a piercing scream in bone chilling haunted refrain
In the sky above the Old Ones watch, a visage that will drive you INSANE
This hallow’s eve, pray before bed that you don’t awake on the Train
May 2020 · 70
The Gate
RandleFunk May 2020
Dream a dream of dulcet calm, past a rubicon unseen
drifting through an iron gate, motes of ash gleam

Stare into your mirror eyes, that alchemy amiss
iris an event horizon before a roaring abyss

That funereal passage enshrines a single lyric
“Arbeit Macht Frei”, that victory, somehow pyrrhic
Thoughts on VE day
Apr 2020 · 151
Silence
RandleFunk Apr 2020
Where once
There was laughter
Silence is deafening
Mar 2020 · 85
Beach
RandleFunk Mar 2020
Crystal waters shimmer bright
Emerald shards piercing loam
Gull calls cross spiral heights
Sun ablaze, cerulean dome

Laughter floats into the air
Shining pins above stained glass
Lonely castles crumble there
Fireflies spark but never last

Zephyr shifts glittering grains
Shiver gainst the gloaming
Tidal black in dark refrain
Losing grip on all knowing
Feb 2019 · 185
Riven
RandleFunk Feb 2019
Thunders roll through riven skies
spring's sweet caress on sodden ground
Gentle tears on wind swept eyries
quagmire depths grip them bound

Silken hush o'er fallen spires
Tear stung eyes feel their breath
How the sands have ebbed away
Concealing hate and bitter death

Empty heart's serrated trance
Rapt in winter's frozen grace
Distant spectres call redemption
Trapped forever in this place
Feb 2019 · 248
The Fortress
RandleFunk Feb 2019
Outside the darkness
coiling and cold;
Inside - the garden,
balming and gold.

Sheer walls of obsidian
no structure was higher
Gleam’d black and unyielding
To petrify endless chatt’ring liars

Through dew dappled verdancy
sweet laughter sings soft in the air
bucolic days drifting, hazy and lazy
(ignoring the shadows that aren't really there)

From thunderous flashing torrent
Plucked from the devil’s maw
Under the Aegis of Truth
you can’t hurt me anymore

With warmth, sun, soothing rain
We sow ageless golden seed
From when you stopped mattering -
is when I was freed.

— The End —