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RandleFunk Jan 2021
Shining white stars tumble down
softly unseated with a whispered hiss
Below fractured lines smeared in red
Pied piper dancing toward the abyss

All this has come to pass before
In other not so distant lands
The mirror darkly distorting truth
and hate with glory rebrands
RandleFunk Dec 2020
Icarus soars sunwards
Fly youthful hubris
A fool’s lament for
spent sands so ruthless

A shade past apogee
Still burning bright -
not yet succumbed
to gravity’s fight

Time’s shrewd eye
twinkles with glee
Streak o’er the horizon
still unable to see

Perilous predicament
for the prodigal son
Dawning too late
Impact in three two one
RandleFunk Nov 2020
Spearing morning gloom
over mist clung forest slopes
Rose light kisses your skin

Sparrows flit chittering
among arches of umber and gold
Heavens powdered sapphire

Break your cage
with a warm wildflower breeze
Begin your day anew
RandleFunk Sep 2020
The texture in the grain of a polished wooden table
The iridescent vision-defying blue of a flower petal
The pungent base and delicate zing of freshly ground cardamom
The sonorous melancholic resonance of a cello
The golden warmth of a late September sun in a crisp cloudless sky
The silken reflections of wet cobblestones in dancing blue light
The earthiness of dust in a timeworn attic
The rough warmth of a leather photo album cover
Your lop-sided half smile
RandleFunk Sep 2020
Into the night ‘neath the setting sun, the carriages shudder and creak
The chains and the hooks and wooden ribcage in the shadows you shall not seek
The jagged steel spine in twisted agony roars a mighty shriek
With oil like blood spattered and staining from an engine beyond antique

How many souls walked the dread path, above that abyssal fault?
With the stars spinning and hissing across a moonless godless vault
The fireman shovels hopes and dreams into a boiler of cursed basalt
On the track of teeth a-chattering, the locomotive that time cannot halt

Past cliffs of bleak stone pillars where things unseen flit and slither
The grim driver pushes onwards, his boney arm keen to deliver
the passengers, fares paid in full with a price that will make you sHiVer
Their faces stare in horrified calm as the train clatters over the River -

Roiling and burning beneath the flesh bridge convulsed in tormented pain
The engine lets out a piercing scream in bone chilling haunted refrain
In the sky above the Old Ones watch, a visage that will drive you INSANE
This hallow’s eve, pray before bed that you don’t awake on the Train
RandleFunk May 2020
Dream a dream of dulcet calm, past a rubicon unseen
drifting through an iron gate, motes of ash gleam

Stare into your mirror eyes, that alchemy amiss
iris an event horizon before a roaring abyss

That funereal passage enshrines a single lyric
“Arbeit Macht Frei”, that victory, somehow pyrrhic
Thoughts on VE day
RandleFunk Apr 2020
Where once
There was laughter
Silence is deafening
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