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All Stand Before The Court

Afternoon, everybody! Today I have a poem that’ll hopefully make you think. Writing it was a blast and I’ve been excited to share it as it’s in a style that is ever so slightly different than my usual. Big PS: If you’d like to follow for updates or donate to support my work, there are links at the bottom of the home page, as well as follow links below all my posts. Also, feel free to leave a comment if you’d like to get in touch with me as I do not use twitter or instagram.

Effervescent

“Speaker,”

“Speak.”

“What say you?”

“What would you say in your defense?”

“The crowd hungers for an answer.”

Eyes linger on the dancer.

Teeth gnash and chatter.

Mouths yearn for the prancer,

As vile crowd debates the former, and the latter.

Dark faces close in.

“You’ve lost, you can’t win.”

“Tell us what you know.”

“Tell us and we’ll go.”

Ghastly trial in progress.

All feels like regress.

No chance for recess.

“There is no escape,”

says the playback of the tape.

Every figure in the room, sitting there, agape.

Boils and pustules fill this tormented landscape.

Dread trial, already guilty.

Quite the misstep, swearing fealty.

Cloaked in subtlety.

You never know a person, what they will be.

Coindexter

Good morning! No intense emotions today, as much as I know everybody loves those (more are coming soon, worry not). I wanted to post something that most people could relate to. Here I’ve got a poem about how hard it can be to exist in a world where money seems to be everything, and a world in which I’d just like to be a simple mushroom farmer.

Rich Taste

epicurean delights

turkish midnights

all the world’s many sights

all the fool’s many slights

flying far above and wide

eyeing and spying the other side

hoping and praying to take a ride

perhaps by lead of some great guide

how hard it is to venture

when one so feels indentured

a world apart from adventure

left only to this debenture

toiling, roiling and fairing so well

i only wish that i could tell

seeking to rise, casting a spell

only to find it already fell

simple questions, simple answers

easy to say, amidst your tenures

how am i to find, among the firs

a way to join these far flung sers?

i wish not for excess

but for some modicum of success

a world in which i have time for recess

a world in which under which i face no more duress

spellbound daydreamers await their letter

hoping someday that it gets better

bound by unseen fetter

wrists chafing and redder

one hard day after another

calling for your mother

calling to be smothered

knowing only bother

i know what i want and how to get there

though my coffers lie bare

anxious while they stare

if only they happened to care

Horrors Abound

Good morning! Not sure if anybody’s guessed yet, but I like to write horror. Every once in a while I write a poem that I feel brings that energy to the forefront. The post today is just gonna be more of a fun one I wrote. I hope you have as much fun reading as I did writing! PS: First post I’m publishing on my phone. Let me know in the comments if it turns out alright.

The Rookie

i sit upon this broken throne

a crown so sweetly laid upon my head

made from broken ash and broken bone

wishing and waiting and thinking of places i have tread

i pray upon the dead alright

sitting up, awake all night

shivering not from winter’s bite

but from all the things mind brings to sight

shadows play across a door

challenging me, they’re such a bore

a face i see, unflinchingly dour

finding out your mind’s gone sour

eyes grow wide at the center

clutch tight your rosary

hold fast, you’ve found the dissenter

careful, lest you wake dread coterie

quiet, silence, quiet silence

give a mouse a cookie…

and they ask infernal parlance

seems to me, you’re the rookie

pray upon your stillborn altar

grab and grasp for some handle

you know not that with which you palter

it’s just too easy, watching you falter

Peering Inside or Out?

The second of my two poems today, this will hopefully make you think a little more on that previous point: When you look within yourself, where are you really looking? Self-study is a never-ending pursuit. I find what I struggle with the most is trying to find out which parts of myself are me or just reactionary because sometimes your nature is nurture and both can be wrong. Doubt yourself to find yourself (with confidence).

Refraction

it’s hard

it’s hard

so hard

to gaze down upon you and see so stuck within you, that shard

it’s glass

a mirror

it’s only, if only, slightly queerer

the fact you do not know, how this came to pass

the mirror

that mirror

formerly so much clearer

now broken forth into a thousand shards and pieces of glass

you look into the broken shard, protruding from your torso

spotting your reflection, now curious even moreso

how did i come to have this shard of glass so roughly cleft betwixt my breast

my best

i thought i’d passed the test

not so, dear friend 

but knowing you, it’s not the end

so must you now, choose to tend

to that rift within your chest

fatal flaw, bereft of jest

so tell me now

whilst you have your tea

by no avow

what do you see?

All is lost, Nevermore?

Afternoon, my esteemed friends and allies! Tell me, most honorable compatriots, what do you do when you find yourself on the precipice of something greater? Do you look upon yourself or do you look out across the great expanse that lies in front of you? Please enjoy the first of two poems I will be serving up today, written in the interest of finding one’s self.

Love and War

fair’s fair in love and war

but why must love and war be one?

when love is one and war is won

all in all it should be done

it is written, it is written

something, something, oh so smitten

having but a single mitten

not even sure, if we fit in

pitters and patters

on the rooftops 

it’s shaping up

it’s all in tatters

going to the corner store

buying with your dollars four

a beverage which you’d like to pour

down your throat

to forget

always, always, always remember 

the way it was, in december

all is lost in love and war

won is lost and one is more