Would you turn the earth to ashes
End us all in brilliant flashes
Tear the tides asunder
End our endless blunders
Scatter the clouds
With a proud
Thunderclap
And if you could
Reach into the sky
Bring down the moon
Let us crash and burn
Before we bloom
Would you?
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 11:46 AM UTC
A gleaming bird
Once called to me
To tell me something wise
But wisdom is a fickle thing
As changing as the tides
"Birds of a feather, flock together"
The pleasant chaos of our songs
Ought to prove it true
But naught is ever as it seems
When your feathers can sever
And lose their hue
But still we sang our songs
But still we sang in tune
Until the day we trembled
Under some timely news
A stern old stag had come our way
With some words in mind
"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush"
So boldly he surmised
We'd rue that day, those words he said
Much to our surprise
For "Misery craves company"
Verdant groves not spared
Those songs turned dark and villainous
Fouling the very air
So when you've come to ask yourself
Why a bird's not 'fraid to die
Take this saying off the shelf
"Once bitten, twice shy"
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 4:39 AM UTC
I'm sad on sunny days
The warmth is something foreign
An unwanted presence draping the skin
Rushing towards the many cracks
Seeking entrance
Into the flesh
It's only desire
To fill the body with Sols loving light
As it blazes yet another path
Into the hollow center
Where the soul resides
In cold black ice
Holding out against the inferno
Praying for reprieve
For the shelter of clouds
The descent of the rain
Dimming of dusk
Or the death of day
For the coming of the Gentle Queen
And her comforting rays
Of beautiful moonlight
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 9:32 PM UTC
I tried and failed to write today
But in the end I did
Words were jumbled inside my head
And nothing would make sense
I wrote and wrote
And erased it all
Words as fleeting as the tide
Fingers grasping empty space then crumbling with a sigh
Words had left me as I had them
The ones unsaid
Some not penned
The ones I hid away
Words to mend
Words to an end
They all died today
Frustrated at the futility
Dreaming of tranquility
I went to close the page
But when I did a message came
And brought with it a change
"Nothing to save. Discarded."
Reading that words came to me
And we felt the pain
Of two empty things
Lost for good
Following the wind
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 9:43 PM UTC
When your tongue grows loose
And your thoughts flow free
I'll eat the very words you say
Put the mask in place as I grin with the pain
Mouth filled with rancid poison
Tissue blistering and muscles constricting
Apathy and malice seeping
Sliding down the gullet
Sowing endless internal carnage
As your lips continue their birthing of horrors
Your spawn sink their hooks deep
Burrowing deeper and deeper
Down into the very core
Cracking the foundations
Leaving the spirit weeping
But the shell intact
While eroding the will to carry on
From somewhere deep within
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 9:28 PM UTC
A million little snowflakes
In this realm of mine
They say a pictures worth a thousand words
But this ones not worth the time
Just an empty little snow globe
And a decrepit mind
Wilting and feeling Bloo
But we talk and imagine
Sunny lands
Eduardo as a dragon
Sipping on CoCo
Fostering feelings of warmth
Waiting forever for
An end to this swirling storm
But they keep reaching out
Twirling it up more
So we walk the endless boundary
Looking for a crack
As we tap and hum our desperate tune
And let it fade to black
. . . _ _ _ . . .
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 9:23 PM UTC