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Duel

Weaving beneath the tides of the sea I Follow the tides Rising Falling Coming up to deny the air Going beneath to collect salt deposits For what is life without flavor and seasoning And what is death without a reason to die Cliffs stained with red Shores dried out like bones And a war withContinue reading “Duel”

WD 219 “Ideation”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Ideation I am the feather on the tail of the arrow Helping it find its way home In the blocked up entryway to your vein Son of earth Daughter of sky The moment of contact is everything And you pray that no one will be thereContinue reading “WD 219 “Ideation””

WD 207 “Stethoscope”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Stethoscope Reflect all the Light that was taken away And be a beacon for the sick The blind, the def, lepers and Those with chronically weak hearts We had a boat that traveled by the ruddy glow of the blood stream Tossed by the reckless whimsContinue reading “WD 207 “Stethoscope””

WD 132 “Dracula’s Line”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Dracula’s Line You lower the gates: Your legs crossed like the stars that spell your name In your keep on top of the mountains you welcome me Like an alien fleeing political purge There is a long table in your dining room with space for bothContinue reading “WD 132 “Dracula’s Line””

WD 106 “Infested by Royalty”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Infested by Royalty Die inside the room where you lived Live inside the room where you died My ghost peeps in through the window, pail faced and gasping This is the chamber of the kill A treasure room of carnage and altered forms Forgotten beasts, lostContinue reading “WD 106 “Infested by Royalty””

WD 68 “Grief”

A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Grief Prolong my vampiric edge My lifespan, wide as a pin, as long as a road whose end is Smothered in mist -Regard the little people as you would Ghouls and cattle All with varying purposes and different odors Match majesty with majesty Look me inContinue reading “WD 68 “Grief””

Weird Dreams 23 “Life As Autopsy”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth Life As Autopsy Your scalpel slides across my chest Opening -a conversation of matter and antimatter Inside I am, brimming with reasons to live, a pulse, gallons of blood and A head full of terrible ideas Glistening like new wine in old wineskins, I flow- aContinue reading “Weird Dreams 23 “Life As Autopsy””