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 thanContinue reading “WD 118 “I Am Viral””
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WD 117 “Bleached Bones”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Bleached Bones Agoraphobia Keep a calm mind Even when the walls of your house begin to melt into spiders I’m feeling your acid rain, on my bare skin Bleaching the nerves white, blank, ghostly Till the sins of childhood are wrung out like a bloody ragContinue reading “WD 117 “Bleached Bones””
WD 116 “Kingdom”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Kingdom Beg me to say the words you want to hear All my avenues of security are crowded halls, filled with Monsters Do they really have to become real or die when the light touches them? North star, you are my guide through these wild waves,Continue reading “WD 116 “Kingdom””
WD 113 “Darkness”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Darkness Astronaut The dark of the extra-terrestrial oil spill hypnotized you Like the glistening black of the cobra king Don’t look him in the eyes unless you have the intrinsic power to overcome The thanatos drive No one asked you to be Beyond good and evilContinue reading “WD 113 “Darkness””
WD 107 “Hound of Heaven”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Hound of Heaven Raise the platform of performance I’m a dog, doing tricks Slow to obey, quick to bark and bite the hand that frees me Apostate, Ronin, for who can serve two masters, justice and the Lord We played a dirge for you, but youContinue reading “WD 107 “Hound of Heaven””
WD 102 “Moss and Stone”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Moss and Stone Hold me close and don’t let Go The race rages on, nightmare steeds Trailing dark flames whispers hissing into the pool of thought Dream, corruptible, stews like witches brew If you nourish the wrong parts the form will grow Distorted, ogreish, rough andContinue reading “WD 102 “Moss and Stone””
WD 98 “Keeper”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Keeper I am the keeper of minutes in- An alliance of bones. Forger of fate A stage to perform a great dance We are backstage, pulling the strings But this is all there is A performance of pantomime in an arena of silence, trying to passContinue reading “WD 98 “Keeper””
WD 97 “Longshot”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Longshot Absent minded Skull, vacated, leaving the head a statue with wandering eyes The planet is green, whether you think about it or not But there is satisfaction in standing in place, to Remember, contact, connect dissonant ages and pieces My understanding of you didn’t createContinue reading “WD 97 “Longshot””
WD 96 “Displaced”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Displaced You can see me in the snowfall As a silhouette between descending diamonds Groundswell, black ice And I am in the slush also There are many roads that go from point A to point Z But I have taken the path of Vapor Transmigration CanContinue reading “WD 96 “Displaced””
WD 90 “Elemental”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Elemental When it flies, there is a hole in the clouds A glimpse between breathes, to a city beyond the garden wall Your hand was cold, so I didn’t touch it The lines were all even, but they looked unbalanced A stream of salt water tricklingContinue reading “WD 90 “Elemental””
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