Witch Trial

Morning, folks. S’pose I can’t sleep; I’d say it’s the perfect time for a haunting melody to drive you mad. I can also say that I’ve not had an especially easy go of it these last couple of months, and I really appreciate everybody who lets me know how excited they are about my new poems. While things certainly will get better, for now I’m finding it somewhat difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I hope you all have a blessed holiday season and may we all find peace in our time. Without further ado…


Witch Trial

Always turned away

with never a question answered,

until again I saw you

with no questions left to answer.

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Tepid rebuttals

become angry retorts,

and painful things of so many sorts.

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I looked again upon a forgotten vessel,

sweet image of hair so tussled;

I’d forgotten I had the muscle.

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Trials that do

simply pass

in untoward recess.

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Isolate, away, on the outside of a faraday cage:

Trapped by freedom’s vaunted embrace,

I simply could not look you in the face.

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Never the same,

and forever lame.

I thought to play an uncertain game.

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Buried now

in the iron maiden,

a lover’s quarrel,

beneath the soil.

Erinnerung

Howdy, folks. Got a new one today about quiet reminders. Not much to say here, but I hope you like it. Without further ado…


Erinnerung

There flows a river,

meandering gently

through one soft and solemn place

where memories and remembrances do meet

in quiet, somber embrace.

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And in its path

do they twirl and dance,

astonishingly simple

in their great complexity.

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Simple loves and simple loss

that floats and swirls about the waterline

with little foam

and clear view of gentle stones

that lay about

as old and gentle bones.

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The leaves of Autumn do fall,

absent chaos of a sea-like squall

as quiet breezes drift along,

carrying notes of one simple, quiet song.

Psychologie

Guten Tag und willkommen, Freunde. Ich habe hier für dich ein neues Werk. Ich hoffe, dass Sie mögen es. Ich habe sehr hart daran gearbeitet. Bitte genießen, meine Lieben. Mit ohne weitere Umschweifen…


Chomping at The Bit

There is a horse

With human eyes

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too many, too short

those legs of that sort

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The cavalry approaches

in Phantom Cavalcade

~

set there at the edge of the World

by hands that thought their conduct kind

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I think they’ve gone and made me blind.