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
Do you like to feel like you’re freezing? Do you like to feel as though you are stranded in the Arctic Circle with no hope in sight of being rescued? How about having the urge to drink mass amounts of orange juice while reading a book because you’re afraid you might get scurvy? Then I’ve … Continue reading Weekendspiration: The Terror
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
I recently got back from a much-needed vacation, beach time in south Florida along with a glorious cruise to warmer weather regions, only to come home to rain and snow. I didn’t write a single thing on vacation. Not because I didn’t want to, but more because the sun was beckoning me more than the … Continue reading Weekendspiration – Plight of the Sea
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
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.
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