Oh to be swept away in a melody
Caught in the maelstrom of a rhapsody.
The throbbing tide tugs our hearts
Like David charming Saul with his harp.
In intimate dance, soul and song entwine
Two notes forming a chord sublime.
The lyrics, an incantation, of unearthly hold,
Giving us the vigor to face the untold.
And one day our cadence will surely cease.
Our completed symphonies may bring peace.
Will our compositions instill life or death?
Will we exhale life before the last breath?
Feb 6, 2022
Feb 6, 2022 at 10:13 AM UTC
A captured thought thrashes inside my chest,
As the droning teacher drills out his behest.
His lecture lulls us with impervious haze,
As the wandering pupils observe in a daze.
My captive prisoner rages to reach outside,
But I fail to arise, I'm shut up, tongue-tied.
The captain now slowly sails the ship away
Completely unaware of the treasure left astray.
Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 6:15 PM UTC
Bubble over and spill.
Without fire, stagnation.
Effervescent, excited electrons
Vaporized into emotion,
Hurtling through space
On a collision course
With an unsuspecting alien.
Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 1:55 PM UTC
A gallery full of flawless art.
The colorful walls are lined with portraits.
My canvas face observes patiently.
The drones buzz around the room.
Stinging, they leave no honey.
Jagged lines, a black and white visage.
Swarms amass on the colored sheets,
Desperate for a hit of gratifying nectar.
My crude gaze has none to offer.
The incessant humming is deafening.
As I hang there, suspended, in neglect.
The sun sets; wasps return to their hives.
The artist who drafted me chose stark lines,
And hung me unfinished in that dark corner,
Reminding us of apathy for works in progress.
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 3:58 PM UTC
Charged neurons firing,
Bombshell ideas explode,
Rifting old beliefs.
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 12:26 PM UTC
Plagued by crippling doubt,
You trudge through life,
Hesitant, confused, aimless.
Peril lurks behind you.
You cling to what you know:
A sweet, numb idleness.
You seek a badge of courage,
But are waylaid by hedonism.
Sinking deeper into sorrow,
The many colored beast nearby,
Whispering, “you are alone,
Worthless, inadequate, a corpse."
Night’s jaws envelope you,
As the taint burns your soul.
The beast prowls unchallenged,
Leaving the heart torn and gory.
About to concede to the Destroyer,
You are interrupted in the act,
By a still small voice,
And love embraces you.
Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 11:14 AM UTC
A sultry wind surges o'er the Mediterranean.
Rosy fingered dawn wakes the world,
As I habitually walk the lonely path to labor.
A melancholy song sounds from the barley field.
Hypnotized, I follow through undulating grain,
Which lithely tosses back and forth in dance.
‘Neath a willow, amongst the barley, sits a girl,
Garbed in a white tunic, playing her angelic harp.
Her hazel hair weightlessly sways in the wind.
Her olive toned fingers pluck with mastery.
Nobility marks her solemn dark brows,
That sit atop commanding, umber eyes.
The harp's supple bends are a tribute
To the lady's long limber figure,
As she directs wind and waves by ballad.
She looks up from her earthen dais,
Eyes aglow with a playful, sultry look.
Pierced by her gaze, I awake...
With her, my wife, beside me.
Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 3:12 PM UTC
What Grammarly premium makes me feel like:
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a Neanderthal.
Sep 13, 2021
Sep 13, 2021 at 1:20 PM UTC
A carnivorous beast lies pitted deep inside.
It devours its prey, gorging till it subsides.
Living in the heart of man, this beast doth reside.
It stalks upon carnal thoughts yet to betide.
A reincarnate knight seeks a kingdom of glory.
To vanquish the beast: his reoccurring story.
Oft' has the beast left the field torn and gory.
Yet, the knight strives for resplendent victory.
Fanfare pierces the soul; the champion sheathes his sword.
Returning to his dais, the knight returns as lord.
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 3:14 PM UTC
The ember extinguishes,
Imposing darkness.
The pyre's carcinogen
ushers him to move on.
The fragrance teleports him:
Childhood bonfires,
Burning cities,
The end of civilization.
Burn it all down!
So much is lost.
From the fires of rebellion,
regression into tribes.
Among the ashes,
he finds a charred Bible
and quickly hides it.
Demoniacal wailing nearby.
He hurries to his bivouac,
hidden in a cliffside crevasse.
He devours the legible words,
diligently memorizing fragments.
A far off explosion reverberates;
pinned up book pages quake.
He mumbles ***** and Gomorrah
… to ashes … the ungodly.”
Feebly he undresses:
jacket with phoenix insignia,
tattered baseball cap,
and military boots.
His eyes, deeply sunken,
craving to espy hope.
His quivering emaciated frame
lowers unto a cot.
Laying his hoary head to pillow,
Phrases, memories, and regrets
accompany him to the celestial gates;
the ember extinguishes.
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC