Just the title.
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…
There is a horse
With human eyes
~
too many, too short
those legs of that sort
~
The cavalry approaches
in Phantom Cavalcade
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set there at the edge of the World
by hands that thought their conduct kind
~
I think they’ve gone and made me blind.
Good morning, everyone! I’ve got a post today that I think you’ll be quite fond of. Perhaps you’ll gain some insight, perhaps you’ll gain some enjoyment. Whatever the case, I think you’ll be intrigued. Without further ado… Please read responsibly.
Can you hear?
The sounding of the drum?
The beat,
the chorus?
Sitting there between the shadows,
kicking my feet at the edge of the world.
All alone now
in the quiet dark.
The contrast has never before felt quite so stark.
Those drums again,
there,
in the distance.
Can you hear them?
Hoofbeats that draw ever closer.
I think He’ll be coming soon.
No matter,
I needed the company.
Rhythmic tones beat in tune with every thump and thud
inside this broken God.
The motor’s out.
I’ll scream and shout.
No matter,
I needed the company.
Good afternoon, everyone. Have you ever looked into the twilight? Have you ever seen them? Those crepuscular things… Perhaps they look more sincerely into you. Without further ado:
No.
It is so.
They cannot see.
No, they cannot see.
Those things that find their way
into these eyes of mine.
They do not know.
How those ghosts cry out…
No, they cannot see them.
They cannot hear them.
Their cries,
their screams.
They cannot see those eyes,
the eyes of ghosts
inside their hosts.
I have seen the dark,
how those ghosts traverse it.
Caught between the night and day,
it’s past their time
with nothing to say.
No, they cannot see them.
But these ghosts, these specters,
they haunt my nights
and stalk my days.
Perhaps it is so
that I am among them,
watching and waiting
for my time again.
Caught between the night and day
in that little place
with nothing to say.
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…
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.
Good afternoon, everyone! It has been a long while since I’ve posted on a Sunday. I hope you all have had a wonderful weekend, and for those starting their Monday on the other side of the world, I hope you have a wonderful day. The sentiments of this piece may seem vaguely familiar, the stench of indecision and ambiguity being one we might all recognize. Please enjoy, my friends.
The last dream I had?
No, I…
I cannot remember it.
I must be mad.
It sang to me once,
that one dream I dreamt,
but now is lost to me
unsynchronized,
without harmony.
No truer words were spoken,
no more valuable a token
had ever once been given.
If only I…
If only I could remember
the shapes those words resemble.
My heart beats in time with drums
which, in turn, compete with hums
that reverberate and kiss me ‘till I’m numb.
How did I ever find the time,
adhering to that awful paradigm?
I only wished for a simple sign.
Poems by Sam