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Exciting Times.

Afternoon, everybody! Super Bowl is going on today and as a Cincinnati resident, I have got to say that I am incredibly excited. Tonight is gonna be more fun than any game I’ve ever watched before. Now, in the spirit of watching from afar, I have a poem about the very thing. Not a particularly long one today but I’d hope it resonates with you like it did with me.

Watchers

many times i have looked into this mirror

never before, in the dark

i peer into this shallow silhouette

lacking outline

betrayal of a third dimension

stalwart, formidable

the sight of this black hole man reveals no truer insight

simply feeling

vacuum

absence

void

he watches

waiting

always waiting

in the dark

Bodies in the Bog

Good news, everyone! I have a new poem that I put together last night. I myself have quite a lot to do and I don’t always feel ready for it. Writing these and sharing them helps. My only hope would be that it helps you all feel a little more understood as well. And thanks again to all of you who follow/comment and support my work! It means a lot to me. Now, without further ado, I have for you:

Quagmire

hurting

blood so softly spurting

ghastly caucus

duty bound, they stalk us

heavy eyes

bely silent sighs

unfeeling now, unfeeling then

hurting, skirting, back in my den

nothing feels right

as sirens sing then bite

shadows dance again across a door

blood pools again, on the floor

my heart so shattered

the butterflies… all scattered

i’ll gather them up, in a basket

now everyone, on my back, sit

feeling, ever so softly feeling

over the edge, now reeling

nothing works

zero perks

pros and cons, cons and prose

all through which, i best my foes

all through this negativity 

i only wish for serendipity 

my desire for serenity

to sit before the altar and draw penance, see

i can’t be left to my devices

for i am a man with no vices

i feel and feel and reel and seal

waiting, abating, fearing the deal

sleeping, so tired

my mind, so mired

this muck and guck i wade within

back and forth without a line in

ever deeper, into the bog

ever deeper, into the fog

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