Just the title.
Afternoon! I have nothing I need to do today. An easy Sunday. I’ll be using today to reflect on everything that’s been happening. Most could probably agree that’s needed. I’ve been keeping up with the invasion of Ukraine and my heart goes out to the people of Ukraine and the defense of their homeland. Godspeed.
forever in your footsteps
as they happen
as they happened
it walks beside you
same gait
same cadence
it follows
perhaps it leads
forever in your footsteps
as they happen
I am more angry than I have ever been. Seething. Burning. I am undervalued. Undersold. Powerless and voiceless in a world that would forget my life and experiences and relationships as if they were a blip on nobody’s radar, were I to disappear today. It’s not that no one cares. Many, many people care. I am not alone. Far from it. I am loved by so many people. I know this. I value this. It is the many who treat this world as a playground, the many who treat this world as a plaything, to be used and thrown away. Opportunities are scant, pay is a pittance, the climate in decline, the true Great War on the horizon… How are we to not be disillusioned? How are we to not be angry? Lacking purpose and guidance my generation trudges on through the slowly hardening concrete poured by generations before, hardening and slowing our progress, turning the Earth into a desolate wasteland we alone will survive to navigate. With no guidance, we must find our own way. We must save ourselves and our world. No one else will. And I am angry.
there is beauty in this slow decay
extant expression
deterioration
hazel eyes, so much light
a facade, hidden from sight
a mind gone bad
past its due date
just a tad
Good morning. Every day is an opportunity. Gotta keep telling myself that. A child, faced with a monster, closes their eyes. What do they do when they’re still there in the dark behind their eyelids? What do you do when you close your eyes but you can still see those things you find most terrifying? Grab your little toy hammer and grasp it tight. Face them down. First and foremost, you are your own protector. Become a hero to yourself and you will find peace.
that’s where i want to be
not waiting to see
not fleeing, but flying, steadfastly alighting
my course, ever self righting
all’s well that ends well
building a boat
rise above the ocean swell
never to glean, never to gloat
a good man
realizing how i ran
never again
to find in others, that sacred glen
i find my peace
whence from me, you’ve taken a piece
amidst ancient stones, druidic hymn
not for him, just for him
Going east
searching for the beast
in the forest, hearing birdsong
i know the journey ahead will be long
Enduring quest
runic test
training and straining
the beast’s strength never waning
and with my spear and shield i trudge on
ever further, unto the dawn
drawing strength from heroes past
knowing my line will not be the last
von Helden komme ich
und Held werde ich sein
Good morning! Today is a day for marching onwards. For not just surviving, but conquering the day. Make your progress, take your progress. Today is a day to break down the walls and barriers of your previous conventions. Today is the day of The Siege.
Billowing, blackened, choking smoke
Giant, quaking, lumbering beasts pulled by yoke
Timbers creak and crack and break
For their lord, they’ve souls to take
A siege, The Siege, undertaken
Bastions bewitched and ripe for the taking
These heretics, by their god, forsaken
All under this hot sun baking
Aching, groaning machines of war
Shifting metals, crushing petals
Through that wall their machines did bore
Waiting now until dust settles
An anxious, terrifying silence
Defenders move and fill the hole
Resolved to their defiance
Defenders rally to save their soul
From beyond the pale dust
A thundering of hooves, of boots, of drums?
Through the cloud come the Warriors of Rust
It is not rust from whence their name comes
Good day, all. Today is a day to think of the end of the world. What can you possibly do to avert such an event? What can you do when you have no control? What do you do when you are faced with the coming of the Black Crusade? Survive, at all cost. There are fates worse than death.
Sifting sands
Fervent bands
Marching with full hands
Through humble dunes to distant lands
“Hallowed be thy name,
O great god of arid plains,
Deliver us from our pains,
And wipe from us our stains”
Cleanse the infidel, purge the heretic
They sally forth in dark cascade
Were house and palace, now a single burning stick
They carry out this black crusade
“Your watchful gaze brings no attrition,
Your watchful gaze brings no sedition,
Your watchful gaze brings attribution,
O Lord, as we effect your retribution”
Burning fires, heat and cinder
Houses are ash, families are tinder
Onwards, onwards, unto the dawn
Each and every one of you, but a simple pawn
Poems by Sam