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Drifting Down The Styx

Good morning! To do good, to do evil, which do you strive for? Which do you avoid? Imagine for a moment, a world in which you choose to do neither. You live your life wishing you had made another choice and in the end you wish you still had choices to make. Imagine living your life so as to have been sent to the Fields of Asphodel.

The Fields of Asphodel

cloaked and faceless figures drift around you

aimlessly

formlessly, shapelessly

drinking from the river lethe

you are no one, not anymore

glancing down,

glossing over grey grasses

flattened under foot,

softly swirling dust devils

tickling with soot

you do not hunger

you do not thirst

you shuffle, without suffering

no atonement

no respite

your mind a haze

you’re caught in a daze

almost, in the distance

you can see… something

too hard to focus

you’ve lost your locus

crossing beneath vaguely outlined equidistant aqueducts

already forgot, always forgetting

you did not good

you did not evil

and now the consequence

you’ve arrived at the boundary

of the fields of asphodel

A Kingdom for a Kiss

Good morning, my most ardent friends and followers. Happy Valentines Day! What better a day to think of ones you love and ones you loved. Hoping nobody is alone today, but if you are, just know I’m thinking about you. Without further ado, I have another poem today that is very special to me. I hope you love it as much as I do.

Valentine

my little dove, so perfect

of my heart, eternal prefect

i look upon you and i see

most beautiful reflection, born as eve

porcelain, glass, and alabaster

i only wish that missing you

could end a little faster

so that you can see me too

emerald eyes and rosy cheeks

looking out at birds with beaks

seeing you in clouds so high

wishing staunchly that i could fly

to see you again

to venture through that dreamy glen

seeing trees

and spying bees

all with you, my little dove

always with you, my forever love

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.