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.
Acres of empty space, Distinct rooms of hues, Extend to the wall of fire, Soot seeps into the cracks, Charcoal glows as smoking diamonds, En route from dust to stars, Numerous curtains pull close, Tepid pulses of waiting, Like a blossom, like a storm, like the warmth buried under the shroud of snow, Navigating through … Continue reading Nautical Dusk
It began in a dreary corner, a torn paper, Frayed and shriveled, a secret scrawl, I miss you. Tumbling among the trash and broken leaves, A devotion vanished altogether, Within the torment of ruins, A city burned with defeat, Combusting with a strange blue flame, Where the truths laid in musty blankets, And mankind existed … Continue reading Yesterday
Once, a path led to a shallow, Where memories were made hallow, Upon the grit, deemed obsolete, A void where the grief can retreat, The source of the South brought a glance, The fiction of life advanced, A storm of strain, the great expanse Of illumination and gloom, Chronicle of the ashen moon, Within a … Continue reading Compass of Feathers and Steel
Under the thin air of dynamic skies, Near the soft tundra grass, At the edge of a sheer drop, A piano stands near the moss laid stones, The depression between its ivory keys, Swell the notes of chants and sympathy, The shivering melody fading as vapor, The dark varnish cracking in webs of mistakes, And … Continue reading Common Time
The dull, persistent voice gnaws, As a hollow thought, a consuming Essence, resonating off the arches, Bounding through the hallways, A misery of inadequacy, Escaping as a thin mist, Of lucid honesty, As a stone wills for a mountain, Yet, is weighted by the river, Reserved to be only shaped smooth, By the pounding … Continue reading Carbon and Stardust