Within this timeless tide of grand governance, Beyond the unspoken hatred, Beneath a stunning display of wonder, The mass of the planets, The stars’ eternal lanterns, The beacon of the moon’s presence, The relief of the clouds, The luster from the sun’s reach, The secrets carried by the winds, The heart of the seas, The … Continue reading Nature of the Beast (finale)
Month: June 2016
Dream, dream the ancient planets hated, The magnificent constellations, Which emitted their natural light, Through great binaries and nebulas, And flaunted their operatic display of beauty, Through stellar pillars and Magellanic clouds, While the planets reeled in the anchored static, A palpable loneliness of sighs, dust and ice, Listing within the dark, Waiting for the … Continue reading Nature of the Beast (pt 5)
Flare, Flare the sunbeams hated The luminescent moon, Which pulled and waned the sea, And lengthened the days of history, As it perched high in the cool night, Glowing with transcendent pride, Amidst the quiet tango of orbits, The dawn burned to be of those legends, Beheld by the nocturnal and white buffalo, To hide … Continue reading Nature of the Beast (pt 4)
Scatter, scatter the clouds hated, The arduous fingers of the sun, Which pierced the billowy vapor, And broke through their gloom, Giving a warmth beneath them. The clouds gathered and grumbled, Reigning in their breathless, veiled towers, Seething with superbolts of contest, Rioting in the solar gilded light, Only to fracture and dissolve away.
Gust, gust the winds hated The sapphire seas, Which lined above and below, In a constant embrace, Meditating in the winds’ currents, And dancing in its tempests, The winds raged with jealousy, As the great bodies held gently within, The flora and fauna, Of which the winds could never be...
Part 1: Flow, flow the waves hated The battering winds, That lifted them, Flung their breaks, And crashed their soul, Seemingly, soaring, in mockery. The waves cried to the ghostly gales, As they tread, then drowned, Like pirates into the briny frailty, Sunk between canyons of cold darkness. (Line borrowed : "Flow, flow the waves … Continue reading Nature of the Beast
It’s official, I am trapped. Inside my head. The wall is tall and it is unwavering. The age-old writers block has gripped me. The problem here is, the block is self-induced. The writing I have done these past six months have been few dabbles, quick notes, but a lot of staring at the screen and … Continue reading I Really Need a Hammer and Chisel.