“The beast of the gulch is on the move. It hunts without reason. It kills without eating. Its prey is the sound of a beating heart. Within the shallows of the gulch dwells death.”
Book 9 of The Kingdom’s Disdain is available now!
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Special Effects Chest pain Is a constant A wall between myself and the body There is a chronology that I am separated from as I hover Above the flesh, noncommittal Like a prince who can’t make up his mind You’re falling into the water You’re stumbling…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Jormungandr (Systemic) Rancid reek the layers of the ground up Coiled menace Shrieking mass, majority of venom Its cannibalistic desires crushed beneath gravity We were weighed by ancient animal gods Found to be heavier than dark matter Keep your head down Keep your cool Analyze me…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Elegance (Faith is Not Enough) I want to drink you Slide your soul over the fringes of a crystal champagne glass And taste that sense of truth that is innate to your being It has to be so soothing to know Clerical to be so solid…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. About the Abyss Create a timestamp Or at least an educated guess What went wrong. When things began to crawl instead of run Ether to ether Begotten loss Shoulders bared, inside a chamber where thoughts move slowly We call it “The beach” A palace of considerations …
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Six Months You lull me to sleep with the quiet sounds of your late night scrambling I see you most out of the corner of my eye, and I’m already falling asleep after a long day of adventuring. The lights are still on. There are animals…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Annihilationism I lay me down to sleep In a bed shaped like a coffin It’s undeniable that I need some extra rest Before I sink my teeth in tomorrow’s affairs Keep my box heated It gets cold underground Nightly vapors tend to seep through the cracks…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Abzu Fount of all blessings Allow me to stay dry just a few seconds longer As I sit at the edge in a swimsuit, towel slung over my shoulder and my feet dangling in the Slow current Mark the passage between, lands untold Healing, degeneration And…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Hungry Ghost Take me home, at last I waited in the wings, posed with claws outstretched Wings ten cubits tip to tip I knew I was too heavy to carry, so I left my body behind A sad memento of futile thinking, underneath a shallow layer…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. No Sleep Keep your eyes peeled Lest the shadows unfuse from the night dark and come upon you Solid vacancy Midnight keeper of a cage full of black birds They don’t really sing. It’s a natural mating call that we compare to music Just like day…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Beginning of Endings When we fall We fall without a word Asteroids dropping white flecks of paints on the blacktop sky A crematorium that scales beyond the weight of a thousand mortal bodies Because things change and they change quickly The Dinosaurs and the titans knew…
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A poem inspired by the Prince of Night Winds. I Am Viral There’s something in your house, screaming into The drains of your empty pipes Carrying a name through the metal vacancy “Walker, hanger, handler” A vista of decaying grass, civil discomfort Steady onslaught of zombie pernacity Till we associate with that sickness more than…
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