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
~
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 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, everybody. C’est moi! It’s been a little while since my last post, but I actually have a little song I wrote today. None of you rat bastards are going to hear my sing it, mind you (except one). Just imagine it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard and then tone that down by about three notches. If any of you would like to grace me with your patronage, do not forget there are donation links on my home page. Whether you give or not though, thank you to everyone who visits my website and enjoys my writing. It really means the world to me. Without further ado…
Imagine just sailing away,
having nothing to say.
I love the way that you sway
at the end of the day.
You’re like the rays of the sun
filling my chest up a ton.
It’s so hard to tell you this, hun’
but just know i love you
and i think i won.
Seeing my reflection in your eyes
makes me forget all the lies
that everyone else told
and filled me with all sighs.
Perhaps I’m not sure if it’s wise
to keep all my love in your eyes
but theres nothing that stops me
when you are the prize.
I’ll never stop thinking of all the ways you try.
My heart is so open
and i want to show it
by letting you in and letting you know it.
Trying to water and letting you grow it.
I look at you and just hope that you know it.
Good morning, everyone! I wake up yet again, a wonderful blessing to have all my faculties and the light of the sun to wake up to. It is that light of the sun being reflected in the eyes of one so blessed that I write about today. Don’t forget that if you’d like to donate and support my work, links for that are on my “About” page. It really helps me keep writing and putting out the unique content you’ve come to know me for. Please enjoy the poem, friends.
The light of his eyes
escapes
and wanders through you,
venturing through all those many layers
of your most precious soul,
finding lamps that light the winding path
that leads around a gentle knoll.
It searches along
meandering paths
into all your nooks and crannies,
working your mistakes
and knowing all those things it takes
to truly see the heart that breaks.
You rest with him in sleep that wakes.
How simply does one become a god? To gain rightful omniscience and see the world for what it is? To know the world as it should be? I bring to you a story of a boy whose choice to become a man started with a devastatingly cold shower, one that kickstarted his dead heart and brought the warmth back to his chest. There is nothing but the light within him now.
The cards are not so black and white
like pictures in a movie,
but blue and black and purple too
like fields of flowers,
oh so new.
The dice are set
upon a table.
As they roll,
stuck up on the gable
are seen so many heads
missing but a label.
Gamble, gamble, gamble, ramble…
A man so deeply cut
running through the bramble.
Proprietors chase
at fervent pace
only for so to
win, against you,
that race.
Pitter patter on the pond.
Rain drops
and dew drops
flit upon a single little palm frond.
Nearing the beach,
a god i so beseech,
to help me in my time of need.
I am ignored,
for it is time
for me to accede.
This firstborn son
becomes The Sun.
Poems by Sam