Raze the fields of poisoned crop.
What antidote is there?
No cure for absent hearts
and black tar tears.
Burn the stores of harvest grain
claiming to be clean.
Save the innocent seeds
so we me grow free again.
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC
The sunset is a warning
of the chaos of night.
When the horizon floods with black ink
and the sleepwalkers emerge
to dance under the stars.
Witches cackle.
Chanting spells at the moon.
And the sky hides the time,
if it even passes at all.
You can sleep
through the fever dream.
But where's the fun
in being afraid
of the dark.
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 12:40 PM UTC
Pray the foghorn comes no closer;
bringing thunder over rolling waves.
A stampede across an open prarie
bellowing with ancient lungs.
Are there secrets with the crickets?
Whispering in harmony
to the rustling leaves?
There is no hospitality
in silence.
Conversation lives between everything that breathes.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 9:07 PM UTC
Where is the beholder,
deigning beauty from a glare?
Through gaslit haze, mirrors tell stories.
Reflected distress, framed in antique oak.
How long have you longed
to pass through the glass?
Just to prove what you're shown is real.
Is it you looking back?
And how can you know
they're not still staring
once you turn away?
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
Take me to another world.
Away from the streets that bind me,
to roam a land abreast with curiosity.
To wander under new stars
and drive atop new roads.
Through old earth I haver seen
with new faces I'd like to meet.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC
Take me clear into mist and cotton.
Launch a rocket through heavens door.
What a rush to be perched from a bird's eye view
and see man's triumphs laid bare like toys.
Through history, we've chased the wind.
Forever grasping at fleeting breaths.
And now we've brought all of man's glory and sins
so much higher than where we began.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 6:09 PM UTC
The Lord whispers prophecies to one to hear.
"Heal thy neighbor" he commands of the sleepwalking dead
At the temple, a candle still flickers,
and a scholar works out what was said.
"But Lord, I am but a priest.
What miracles can I divine?"
The ***** idles in silence,
but the candle will burn through the night.
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
Dragging feet down the twisted riverbanks,
seduced by what I cannot reach.
There's an island just past the current
and I am marooned on the wrong beach
A raft of driftwood, a bridge of stones
Let slip the days from when I could not breath
Ah! but now I've been swimming for years!
And from the sand, the sky melts into the trees.
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 9:36 PM UTC
There was a chorus of mighty hammer blows
and the chimes rang out on cue.
The thump of progress echoing,
waiting for the last note to tune.
Witness the birth of something beatiful,
bathed in sparks and painted flames.
Build me a new masterpiece
for the earth from which it came
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
A blind face is the only introspection
many can afford.
Does watching make it worthwhile?
Does counting calm your nerves?
The hands will always listen,
when all we are is gone
The ticking never ceases,
whispering along.
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC