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Marching Onwards

Good morning! Today is a day for marching onwards. For not just surviving, but conquering the day. Make your progress, take your progress. Today is a day to break down the walls and barriers of your previous conventions. Today is the day of The Siege.

The Siege, Part One

Billowing, blackened, choking smoke

Giant, quaking, lumbering beasts pulled by yoke

Timbers creak and crack and break

For their lord, they’ve souls to take

A siege, The Siege, undertaken

Bastions bewitched and ripe for the taking

These heretics, by their god, forsaken

All under this hot sun baking

Aching, groaning machines of war

Shifting metals, crushing petals

Through that wall their machines did bore

Waiting now until dust settles

An anxious, terrifying silence

Defenders move and fill the hole

Resolved to their defiance

Defenders rally to save their soul

From beyond the pale dust

A thundering of hooves, of boots, of drums?

Through the cloud come the Warriors of Rust

It is not rust from whence their name comes

Dread Depending

Good day, all. Today is a day to think of the end of the world. What can you possibly do to avert such an event? What can you do when you have no control? What do you do when you are faced with the coming of the Black Crusade? Survive, at all cost. There are fates worse than death.

Atah’Zanadu, The Great Crusade

Sifting sands

Fervent bands

Marching with full hands

Through humble dunes to distant lands

“Hallowed be thy name,

O great god of arid plains,

Deliver us from our pains,

And wipe from us our stains”

Cleanse the infidel, purge the heretic

They sally forth in dark cascade

Were house and palace, now a single burning stick

They carry out this black crusade

“Your watchful gaze brings no attrition,

Your watchful gaze brings no sedition,

Your watchful gaze brings attribution,

O Lord, as we effect your retribution”

Burning fires, heat and cinder

Houses are ash, families are tinder

Onwards, onwards, unto the dawn

Each and every one of you, but a simple pawn

The Wonderful Wizard of OH

Good morning! No matter what the circumstances of today may seem, it’s a good day. It is a wonderful little spectacular day. No matter how many hard days you have, no matter how many hard days there are, no matter what, today is a good day and so too will be tomorrow. Hard as it may be, never let yourself fall into the trap of not thinking it will be better. Thanks again for all the support all of you have shown me. It means so much to have my work shared with so many people. Keep reading, learning, and whatever else you do. Without further ado:

No Stairway! Denied!

Dancing ducklings and darting dalliances

No things of any particular saliences

And peace becomes our chief of ralliances

Serenity, serendipity, authenticity

if be you must then must you be secure in your hospitality

be the one who decries paucity!

be not the one who ceases matrimony

be not the one who pays alimony

be not the one whose persuasion is acrimony!

Find your pleasures in homophony!

and in pepperoni!

And in your grandmother’s zabaglione!

Through all this needless ceremony,

there is but one principal communiqué

Please, for me, just be happy,

and be okay

Peaceable Prognosis

Good afternoon! Today is a good day. It is ever so softly raining while being warm enough to walk around without a jacket. I have a lot to do today but I feel prepared for it. I sat beside my open window last night as cool springish air wafted in and over me. I felt strangely at peace. My worries had faded and the world seemed so much more right than it had in a long time, almost as if that moment would last forever and ever, infinitely calming. The world melted away and was replaced with a sense of togetherness I had not felt for a long time. I realize now that dreaming of peace is no fruitless endeavor. It is attainable, finally. Without further ado, a poem about losing your mind.

Mindfulness

therewithin

therewithout

extant sin

scream and shout

flies filed away

rife with decay

stagnant water 

mosquito fodder

crawling on your skin

skittering in your ribcage

visions of infernal djinn

that demonic necrophage

it lies behind, ever so slightly

pittering, pattering, ever so lightly

controlling cordyceps

hearing footsteps

when mind you’ve found

you’ve lost your mind

Ready, Set, Lose

In the words of a man who may or may not exist, “If you ain’t first, you’re last.” How can you feel what it’s like to win if you’re not the best? What’s it feel like to be at the top? The bottom? With no way we can all be first, let’s talk about what it’s like to lose. How’s it feel to never be good enough? To never be the first pick? Even the last pick gets recognition. But what does it feel like to get picked third to last? ———PS: Follow and share links are at the very bottom of every post, near the comments, as well as ways to donate at the bottom of the about me section if anyone would like to support my writing further. Thanks everybody for the resounding support I’ve had so far!

Stasis

your strength fades

no light behind the eyes

all that’s left are shades

all that’s left are lies

growing and multiplying

now metastasizing

weaker and weaker you wane

as your disease waxes

christ alive

lost your drive

hope is gone

missing the sun

muscles atrophied

bones of glass

pallid face

and glossy eyes

still breathing

light already leaving

you lost the fight

how pathetic a sight