I walk upon the pathless plains,
A stranger to this ancient field.
I see others walking with canes
And I desperately refuse to yield.
I see roses bloom and their
Lovely thorns speak of doom.
Further on I see roses undressed-
Their petals dead,
Carried on by the wind.
I see babes grown and wed,
Snatched from their mother’s loving breast.
And I carry on with my stroll,
Lest I be carried away with the petals,
By the blowing winds.
Then I hear my father’s laugh,
No longer full of heart,
But full of dust,
And a longing makes its nest
Within my ageing soul.
I see a pond ahead
And its waters reflect a face
My mother has not kissed in years.
It all wells up within me;
The fears of childhood past conjure up,
And the knight with the burning sword,
Does not ride out to save me.
A stranger born
Into this strange garden.
I adorn the crown of fools;
Everything I have wished for has come to pass,
And that is my greatest curse.
Can’t I have one more dance?
One ephemeral moment
With the fleeing wilderness
Of youth?
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 4:43 PM UTC
Lithe lady of the lake, follow me
Right down here,
Down azure paths lit
By the dripping moon.
The summer has not passed;
We are in the dawn,
Do not let it sail away
Like the receding tide
Of yesterday.
We are all born into the ephemeral breath;
Some choose to ignore it,
Others ride it.
Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 12:03 PM UTC
Lithe lady of the lake, follow me
Right down here,
Down azure paths lit
By the dripping moon.
The summer has not passed;
We are in the dawn,
Do not let it sail away
Like the receding tide
Of yesterday.
We are all born into the ephemeral breath;
Some choose to ignore it,
Others ride it.
Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 8:12 AM UTC
My portrait is hidden in my basement;
The azure paint,
Like skies of June,
Is flaking like the waning moon,
Revealing a monotone landscape.
The hyacinth smell,
Is usurped
By dry, withered grass.
The serpent,
Dream-like,
Slithers
Through the underbrush,
Of the tree
From which I hung
My soul.
Let me back into
Paradise lost;
A blind man searching
In a room full of girls
For his lover.
I’m searching for what
Was lost,
For the haven
We abandoned,
While the serpent
Slithers ever closer
To my
Swaying soul.
Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 6:15 AM UTC
I wish I could go back
From where I came,
To taste for the first time,
To see once more,
From a virgin’s eyes.
The plague is finished
With me,
And tonight
I must sign off,
And walk into
The cool
Forest.
Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 6:13 AM UTC
I see a disturbed landscape,
With undulating mountains and hills.
I see shepherds tending
To their flock
And birds flying in discord.
The hallways are packed
With ancient bodies
Who have forgotten;
Minds filled with loss.
All around,
Flowing and moulding,
Is the ephemeral breath
Of a creature eager to please.
He’s waiting for you;
Take his hand
And walk down these corridors,
Opening all the doors.
It’s time to leave our bony clothes,
And enter the forest.
Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 5:16 AM UTC
Where is this ship taking us?
Winds blowing,
Currents flowing;
All of us are yearning
For a soft embrace
Or an escape from this place.
An escape towards Eden.
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 2:46 PM UTC
Only constant is death;
Life is excitement and upheaval.
Why do men strive towards
Unmoving statues?
Towards paradise
With its ever-blooming
Orchards?
*** is warm,
But doesn’t remain warm
Perpetually.
The serpent,
Moulding,
Inconstant,
Is preferred over the
Constantly blooming flowers.
Sunlight, moonlight;
Fiery apparitions
Dancing in the desert.
Here she comes,
Riding on her
Amorphous, lustful cloud.
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 8:30 AM UTC
Let me illuminate the stage.
Take my hand and let us walk back through the wilted willows.
The soft complacency of silk pillows is now covered in mold.
They have usurped our pristine kingdom;
O, Untainted kingdom.
Our god has become a mortal,
And ravens meander across his soul.
We are lost in the wilderness of pure madness;
Where are the hitherto skies of reason?
The apples are corrupted by smug, fat worms,
And Jackals feast on our smooth ankles.
Buzzards encircle babes at birth and
Alas feast on them whenever they please.
Wine flows like a murderous viper
Across a desolate, crumbling Arden.
Illiterate men feign literacy in the back of bars
And meagre glimpses of sunlight flash across charred skies.
I miss that breeze, that warm breeze;
Where is my Eden?
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 6:22 PM UTC
Let’s go to the moon
Sail upon these ancient currents
We can try, baby;
See by the moonlight.
The sunlight is imposing
Tyrannical
Almost burning
These mannacles are rusted,
Do you see?
We just ought to try
And break on free
Into the cool night
See?
Do you see, baby?
I really ought to, uh,
**** you
No, I mean feel you
This ship is safe
It only crashed last time
And before that too
But we’ll be all right, baby
You just wait and see
Yeah, all the way to the white goddess
No, I’m no captain
Only a sailor
Sailing to the moon.
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 1:33 PM UTC