WD 211 “Waters of Lethe”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Waters of Lethe I start with a low sound Violin strings, sing unto me We have no use for the liar and his deceptions But you told me “I am the seed of the pomegranate. The beginning of  A taste that lasts forever.” So call thisContinue reading “WD 211 “Waters of Lethe””

WD 209 “We Are All Plagued”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. We Are All Plagued I woke up standing up Bolt upright like I was the target of the lightning Hail falling down across my shoulders Your snowy mane rife with disease  And you coughed in my direction Alluding to the second coming Forget me not  PetalsContinue reading “WD 209 “We Are All Plagued””

WD 208 “Edge of Dream”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Edge of Dream It’s genetic  They say The trials of birth leave a mark on The mind of a child  Of ghostly origin tell me nothing Of spirit imbued, leave it in the apocrypha And if I’m too hasty to label myself existent  Tell the judgesContinue reading “WD 208 “Edge of Dream””

WD 200 “Alice of Ends”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Alice of Ends The answer is in the question And yet, you go on Searching every toadstool for a magic serum of personal growth When did we get lost in this Wonderland Were we beguiled by cheshire smiles, Walmart hats and March Hairs  To keep inContinue reading “WD 200 “Alice of Ends””

197 “Chiron Alarm”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Chiron Alarm I can see over a thousand miles Entryways to dark beginnings  A picture of a  Subway tunnel  And I’m the only one waiting for the train I don’t know where it goes When it stops Or what order resides beyond the boundaries of sleepContinue reading “197 “Chiron Alarm””

WD 188 “Unknowable”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Unknowable I’m expected to step to the order you’ve established Cross no line, keep the pace Of a pacemaker, lovingly crafted with no foreknowledge  Of the coming disaster It could come at any time, like a phone call in the dead of night, ringing my eyesContinue reading “WD 188 “Unknowable””

WD 181 “Postmodern”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Postmodern Obtain the product of your waiting Fruit of the vine Kindling in the hands of nonbelievers Who could not foresee, for, if they foresaw, they would turned and be healed But history abhors a heel turn Even though it delights the audience  So we rainedContinue reading “WD 181 “Postmodern””