*pit...
pat..*
So goes the Rain's silent ballad.
Each pit a pat,
a heavy pat on your sweet head.
Pittering pats of despair and dread
pointing toward tragedy dead ahead...
*pit...
pat...*
Each pat on your soft head
rips a pit into my stomach.
I gaze up... and then down.
...How many more can you stomach?
*pit...
pat...*
One too many... your lifeless body...
... with the Poet above I plead...
*pit...
pat...*
The ballad wets the pavement,
the scarlet a testament
of the poetic intent:
our lament.
*pit...
pat...
...pit.*
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 2:00 PM UTC
Life’s a flight in the Night -
once whence,
then thence
- a perpetual fight…
Frigid is the Night.
Blowing winds bellow,
Birds they bring down like an arrow.
Though their fate be full of contempt,
flight the Birds still attempt.
Frightening, the sight
Frigid, the Night
One winter day,
a Fog of Light was blown so high, it lit up the Sky.
Dusk pierced by Dawn,
it was the End of All,
the Avians‘ downfall.
Frightening, the Night
Frigid, this sight
Though infinite in power, the fog made Them cower.
Into the Ground they dove,
yet for the Sky still strove,
Their stars now but
a dream within
a dream
.
Though,
one summer day,
Night broke through the dark
- and revealed the stars high above.
…in their seat shrouded in Night, They shine ever bright.
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 3:32 PM UTC
Who is which –
I the One, or the other?
Another another…
Here I hear the ones
each the other,
Noone the One.
You they pray to,
ask for You they do.
Yet their aim never be true…
Antaios the Somber,
Hercules‘ Challenger.
Weather the bother,
wake a slumped Brother –
You, Antaios Above!
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 5:50 PM UTC
Confusion and nothingness,
a darkened and dead kaleidoscope,
tons of colors at hand Barely visible
I have trouble seeing any of them
Only feeling Is all that is left
Deep and strong intuition
Yet still only Confusion and Nothingness
a colored Nothingness - that is all
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 2:42 PM UTC
Simple
Cold
...Spartan
Moments pass
impressions don’t
the Impression
of that Tree Wet and Dead
I so dread
I dread dark, cold and wet
Yet the Night’s solace stays unmatched
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 2:38 PM UTC
In an attic at Night
I sit contemplate and listen
Sit on a windowsill
below the starry Night
Contemplate time
moments passed, beauty of past
Listen to my Heart
hear the soft pi-a-no
through Present Future and Past
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 2:28 PM UTC
Here I was told to rest
though with quill in hand I wrest
I fight setting paper alight
with heaven dark and hell bright
Hell is mine and His is heaven
Of that there was no question
Though neither were mine:
It was just
this war of mine…
So I lost sight
of day and night
and spent my life in fright.
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 1:57 PM UTC
Deep Dark and Dead
Through Resignation animated
an Animated Dead
animated by having Resignated
Is He alive Is He Dead
One true One False?
One out One In?
Is He Even?
(a figment of my imagination(?))
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 5:28 PM UTC
I gave up: Resigned
All attempt all force: one farce
- No use no effect...
So sad yet self-contained; per se
A universe of Glass
Glass-ice-Glace
An UNVERSE of Cold
Uncaring cold Solace
Solace in the Cool
Cool and icy Vanitas
And emptiness an emptiness
That soothes all Exertion
All Suffering All Joy
Soothed and Calmed
All Pleasure All Pain
A distant memory
Glass Cold Repose
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 5:24 PM UTC
The dream of Flight
Flight Away Flight High Flying in Exhilaration
One unique Road untraveled A Line through All Under Heaven
All Over Heaven A Line of Eight Thousand A Pure and Chilly Eight Thousand
Eight Thousand in G Eight Thousand Escapes in One
And a gentle metaphorical return back To Zero
A Zero that has regained its Lustre
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 5:20 PM UTC