WD 186 “The Art”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. The Art Transubstantiation in the blood transfusion  You are an artist, and all you’re paints turn to blood Turn to wine The holiest of holies  A quaking cavern rumbling with lion’s roars But His voice is small and quiet Creation comes through the benefit of theContinue reading “WD 186 “The Art””

WD 183 “Daydream”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Daydream There is a place behind the eyes Which fills all empty spaces With transgressions, animal input  Plagued social ills  A tablet of translation for things that might be and might be again  There’s a heart that seeks to believe that the tall grass is fullContinue reading “WD 183 “Daydream””