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Spirit of the Times

Good morning, everyone. There is much I must take care of, much I have to worry about. In the meantime, I’ve a new poem for you all to consider. Without further ado, please enjoy.

Zeitgeist

Ghosts and specters swirl around

in graceful twirls they do abound,

with their cold touch they do surround,

now feeling lost but never found.

In the bin out there in back

on account of such that I did lack.

My head and hands these thoughts did wrack

on account of that thing which I did lack

and something there I’ll not get back.

I see the ghosts across the water…

Nay, upon the water.

My mind then starts to wander

about those things that hearts do ponder.

Philters and phials could not save

that man which breaks and makes insane;

there is some feeling that does not wane

no matter who the ghosts arraign.

Though it seems the tide is low,

the water tends to encroach slow.

Most decide to go

but while I’m still here,

I think I’d like to know.

The Banks of The River Lethe

Good afternoon, everyone. You have died. You stand here, like those heroes of old, on the banks of that sacred river Lethe. Your ascent to the heavenly realms of Paradiso now secured, you step carefully into the dark and starkly opaque water. Your sins, desires and memories washed away in sacred bliss. As a child again, you are innocent, no longer condemned, but redeemed. Welcome to the rest of forever. Without further ado…

Settling Debts

Haunting orbs

drift across the water.

They come towards me,

stealing away my light.

I am fading.

I flash and flicker;

I am the torch over which your fingers

quickly pass.

The specters

take my flame.

They wear it

and make themselves whole.

I am as the hearth

in that certain dearth

that follows November.

Swept away,

is all my heat.

Through the mist

is seen defeat.

I know why they’ve come:

The debt of one infernal sum.

I cannot pay,

I’m ashamed to say.

This will make their day.

Tired Eyes That Do Not Slumber

Good morning, everyone! I didn’t really feel like writing too much today so I’ve got one for you that I wrote a while ago. My hope is that, in reading, you might see the same things I saw, that you might see the little baroque paintings that run their course behind my eyes. Without further ado, please enjoy…

Sleep Without Rest

I don’t dream anymore.

No,

not dream, per-say,

but imagine.

I don’t imagine that world of pigs and pirates,

of castles and coriander,

of vampires and veritas.

I don’t look up and see the stars,

telling you that some day I’ll go up there,

telling you that some day we’ll be together forever and always

under those beautiful, wispy heavens.

I won’t lie and say that I don’t miss it;

the future we had spun.

A thread of fate so long and storied,

severed now,

long forgotten.

I hoped that you would walk the halls of my addled mind with me

and later the sunlit halls of our shared house with me,

but it was not to be so.

Those dreams of mine remained only dreams

now turned to sour nightmares.

The walls of that pretty little house on the hill,

tattered wallpaper,

shattered windows

and empty cribs.

No, I do not dream anymore.