#cometh
I talk a lot.
In 2012, I created a blog.
There, I talked about the next ice age.
The Milankovitch cycles, you know.
It's still 50,000 years away,
But our actions, yes, the human actions,
They can disrupt the cycle.
Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 8:46 AM UTC
Black moss and flower pots.
She cometh not, she cometh not.
Lonely and moated,
Rusted nails broken.
Dew with tears,
An hour before sunlight.
Cold winds wake,
A greyish mourn.
Clustered marish-mosses,
Silver green bark.
In a dreamy home.
Among wainscot,
Door hinges creak.
Like a mouse,
She shrieked-
She cometh not, she cometh not.
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
Whatever may cometh,
You carry on, oh sailor!
Whatever you may lose,
Move on, oh dear sailor!
Oh, I swear by myself,
And I do not utter lies.
Carry the memories along,
To the umpteenth furlong.
May them be good or bad,
Just prize it what you had.
Oh, I swear by myself,
And I do not utter lies.
Howsoever may be the day,
You have to move on today.
What you'll get in your life,
You'll play the relaxed fife.
Oh I swear by myself,
And I do not utter lies.
Whatever may cometh,
You carry on, oh sailor!
Whatever you may lose,
Move on, oh dear sailor!
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
The earthly judge
say you not guilty
of this your white deceit
but woe onto you
when the real judge come
She come down heavy like
a freight train full
of thunder rolling up
her righteous sleeves...
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
I Saw A Nightmare The Other Day,
I Saw A Night Spent In A Cave,
Food Is What I Just Like All Others Crave.
You Can't Stop Shivering Anytime,
You Try Sitting Closer The Fire,
You Arrest Your Hands To Heat Them Up.
As You Look At The Grim Sky Of Night,
A Tear Trickles Down Your Eyes,
And You Quickly Wipe It Off Lest It Freezes.
They Start Talking About Blame,
They Put The Blame On The Mother,
Then You Try Not To Scream At Them.
For It Might Well Be The Earth's Bane,
It's Her Revenge Returning Every Torture,
Why Put The Blame On Her You Ask Them.
"The Earth Has Its Cycle Of Cold," They Say,
"Wasn't It Us Who Made Her Bound To Do So?" I Demand,
They Stay Quiet - Speechless To Say Anything Knowing What I Hinted.
Then I Woke Up Disturbed By A School Van,
I Try Not To Think Of My Nightmare,
But As I Peer At The Van From Behind The Curtains - The Nightmare Seems So Smokily Near.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
The clouds above are rumbling,
As if sleeping giants are snoring.
Rain drops are tinkling on the tin,
Just winking amidst all of the din.
The early December chill is sweet,
Soon there will not be a thing to eat.
All will freeze in the chilly breeze,
Ice age just has so much to please,
Recall it all what I told if you can.
Juxtaposed by mother nature is it,
Her most wicked chilly plan it is.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC