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Witch Trial

Morning, folks. S’pose I can’t sleep; I’d say it’s the perfect time for a haunting melody to drive you mad. I can also say that I’ve not had an especially easy go of it these last couple of months, and I really appreciate everybody who lets me know how excited they are about my new poems. While things certainly will get better, for now I’m finding it somewhat difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I hope you all have a blessed holiday season and may we all find peace in our time. Without further ado…

Witch Trial

Always turned away

with never a question answered,

until again I saw you

with no questions left to answer.

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Tepid rebuttals

become angry retorts,

and painful things of so many sorts.

~

I looked again upon a forgotten vessel,

sweet image of hair so tussled;

I’d forgotten I had the muscle.

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Trials that do

simply pass

in untoward recess.

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Isolate, away, on the outside of a faraday cage:

Trapped by freedom’s vaunted embrace,

I simply could not look you in the face.

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Never the same,

and forever lame.

I thought to play an uncertain game.

~

Buried now

in the iron maiden,

a lover’s quarrel,

beneath the soil.

Erinnerung

Howdy, folks. Got a new one today about quiet reminders. Not much to say here, but I hope you like it. Without further ado…

Erinnerung

There flows a river,

meandering gently

through one soft and solemn place

where memories and remembrances do meet

in quiet, somber embrace.

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And in its path

do they twirl and dance,

astonishingly simple

in their great complexity.

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Simple loves and simple loss

that floats and swirls about the waterline

with little foam

and clear view of gentle stones

that lay about

as old and gentle bones.

~

The leaves of Autumn do fall,

absent chaos of a sea-like squall

as quiet breezes drift along,

carrying notes of one simple, quiet song.

In The Light of a Red Dwarf

Afternoon, all. I’ve got a little something for you today. I really hope you enjoy. Without further ado…

In The Light of a Red Dwarf

There is a beauty in the tragedy of it all,

like diamonds shorn from rough stone

and polished,

flawless, even. 

The man did walk,

ensheathed by his dark and mottled felt cloak,

across these fields of diamonds.

No use for them now.

And so he trudged along on no path at all,

the whispers from the stones and the cracked desert beneath his feet,

carrying with him no small burden

to a destination he did not know.

There is a distant mountain,

perhaps like the one before,

shone in the glory of one perpetual and orange dusk.

He would climb it,

and then climb another,

and another yet still,

for there is no path but the one he is on

with virtue as his guide.

Erstwhile Failure

Howdy howdy. I’ve got a new poem for you today. Another sad one I know, but I think you’ll really enjoy. Let me know what you think in the comments below! Without further ado…

Erstwhile Failure

So there he sat,

surrounded by his closest friends,

at the edge of the world

wondering again.

Lies, he thought,

seemed all they taught.

His being alone was evidence of this,

evidence of his jubilant bliss.

It was always a shame

they never got along,

for now he thought it might be wrong

to lie upon a bed of blame.

He wanted.

That was all.

He couldn’t be but vaunted.

He always did stand too tall.

Here at the edge of the world,

he sits and wonders

if his tapestry of blunders

has yet been unfurled.

The Devil Comes to Take Us All

Howdy, everybody! I’ve got something new for you guys today. Hope you like it. Without further ado…

The Devil Comes to Take Us All

Bludgeoned by a trembling hand,

one might be seen by a terrifying man,

a man who plays about the land

getting on and on without a tan.

He’ll ride the six in two different cities

taking great pride in gross salacities

on his way to desolate things once pretty.

Down the coast in an ancient Plymouth

with skin that looks of chalky bismuth,

he’ll call upon the evil things within us.

Where he goes, follows the rot

and all those dark little thoughts

that dot your mind like a pox

that’s just escaped Pandora’s box.

When you alone hear the crow’s caw,

careful now,

you’ll be frozen in awe

when the Devil comes to take us all.