Low Tide

Lordy, Lordy, have I been busy. Very tired, very busy. More to do today and more to do tomorrow. I have a piece that I hope will bring you the peace you need to continue marching on. Without further ado…


Low Tide

Sunlight sprays and sparkles

as if it crests the wave

you see down there upon that beach.

The seas come down,

the tides recede,

and leaves are heard in trees behind.

The wind,

it blows,

and finds your every crease

and crevice.

Like the sun,

it illuminates

those hidden things

beneath your beautiful wings.

Harder days

have come and gone,

but end the day,

it’s you who’s won.

In times will be,

oh, the things you will see.

Certainly,

In times that will be.

Dollhouse

Good morning, everyone. A little post-halloweekend post for you to have a little fun with. That’s my piece for today. Without further ado…


Collector’s Edition

This boy,

he sparkles in the light.

Oh, how the night

gives him quite the fright.

Scared and alone,

he cannot condone

dialing a number…

Hearing the dial tone.

There he is!

In that box.

So filled it is

with pus and pox.

Walls of glass

so he can see

as things go by

and things go past.

All the while

this placid smile

plastered with that porcelain guile.

Won’t you just… stay a while?

There.

By the window.

He sees your face go past.

Perhaps this time

it won’t be the last?

There abounds a certain sadness

within which lies a certain badness

centered on that box of madness.

These walls of glass,

these eyes of brass,

should not this boy be like a doll,

always filled with gladness?