The ruts sink deeper, The peeling silt clamors And scalds under the forge, Where I sit I can see, The cracks, The holes, The negative spaces, Exposing the frozen roots Of lost possibilities, Through which the wind sang. No longer. Time hurries to slow. Gravity pulls into gravel of reluctance, Where I now take shelter.
Category: My Poetry
So began the wise: For one who lays among tragedies, Knotting and twisting, Picking a path through dereliction, Beside the rubble of contentment, And then comes the bringer of truth, The maker of doubts, Through aisles of gray, Between doorways, Of haunts, Of darkness, Where all that cease, breathe In dreams of endless songs, Begging … Continue reading Static in Shadows
The morning dust settled Into the palisades of wrecks, Where the streams run uphill And all routes roll down, The wanderer lumbers Within a dismal forest, Of loneliness and doubt, In an endless quest of truth.
Dramatic dancing In habitual sorrows Forgotten age Of dwindling hope Inflicted with obscurity Darkness cascaded Into sounds of years.
The sand drifted in swirls of storms, Thin as linen, the gales built walls And the sea offered forth a sacrifice To the tattered waves, Which rose and fell in helpless heaps Crashing against the fallout of tributes Reflecting the daystar’s majestic guise, Where nothing held afloat, And stones pummeled into ghosts. The revolving pool … Continue reading Observatory
Atop a remote ledge of chiseled amber, Pointing to the westward horizon, The invisible hand of darkness, Conducting the dalliance of torment and reverence, Towered above a quarry of broken misery, Where smoke curled from the veins Of petrified wood and stoic beams, Which hung in a red cloud of weariness, Slowly sinking into a … Continue reading Monument
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)
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.