Category Archives: lost

Future Proof

Blessed be the double post, folks. I’ve got a second one hot off the press that almost feels like it gave me whiplash. I hope you like it. Without further ado…

Future Proof

Here and now,

I am cast away.

Torn asunder

in times of great blunder.

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Astride a stormy sea I sail,

against a howling, hungry gale

as whispers follow close behind,

and my face will tend to a sickly pale.

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Visions of a vaunted hall,

an idea that I could have it all,

and then it was,

there began the fall.

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In that dark and stormy night,

reflected in the quiet maelstrom,

are black and blue and all things bruised,

and all the things I sought to lose.

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Blessed then by darker gods,

and troubled by those crying thoughts,

I am reminded of the loss.

Bering Sea Gold

Hey folks, been a minute. Got a poem I’ve kept under wraps to post when I don’t feel like writing. Just happens to be one of those times, plus it’s exceedingly applicable. I sincerely hope you enjoy. Without further ado…

Bering Sea Gold

Bering Sea Gold,

He barely sees straight.

A man can never know his fate.

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Barely alive,

and bearing the dive,

the man struggles, but never folds.

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Buried then

in Bared teeth,

this tests the man’s belief.

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Sail the strait,

but never the narrow,

find the key,

take an arrow.

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One day he’ll haunt an aged barrow.

Sapphirine

Sapphirine

Faded gold

does trace the thread

of things not gone

and not quite dead.

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Like tinsel then

in glinting eyes

does careful mend

bring bluer skies.

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I tread upon

a bluer ocean

divided on

a zero quotient.

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In truer blue

are eyes that cast

hateful stares 

and loving glances,

at a pair that no longer dances.

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Only wishing now

to show you how

I meant it then

and mean it now.

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Eyes much bluer,

forever skewered

by glancing then

and staring now.

Billiards

Good morning! I’m seriously not dead, just busy. I’ve been working as a carpenter the last six months and it’s gotten to be pretty regularly exhausting. Hoping everyone is having fun and finding the time. And now, without further ado…

Billiards

In the shadow of the billiards table,

does a lone man sit

ruminating on that which he ought to commit.

He does rage, rage, rage

against the budding bacteriophage,

for its presence

and its essence

diffuse and effuse,

refusing to assuage

the undying of the night.

Forlorn and in scorn,

yet the man still protests

against the very idea that there is dark

and in his own light he finds

a strength so stark

he would weather the bite and shirk the bark.

Eons ago,

in lifetimes past,

perhaps such a thing would leave him aghast,

but now, not then,

and certainly not again,

does his reign begin

with the stroke of a pen.

Altogether stable,

and no longer a fable,

the man does sit

under the shadow of a billiards table.

In The Light of a Red Dwarf

Afternoon, all. I’ve got a little something for you today. I really hope you enjoy. Without further ado…

In The Light of a Red Dwarf

There is a beauty in the tragedy of it all,

like diamonds shorn from rough stone

and polished,

flawless, even. 

The man did walk,

ensheathed by his dark and mottled felt cloak,

across these fields of diamonds.

No use for them now.

And so he trudged along on no path at all,

the whispers from the stones and the cracked desert beneath his feet,

carrying with him no small burden

to a destination he did not know.

There is a distant mountain,

perhaps like the one before,

shone in the glory of one perpetual and orange dusk.

He would climb it,

and then climb another,

and another yet still,

for there is no path but the one he is on

with virtue as his guide.