Chapter Two: Plan The Sereniad saw how man was suffering at the hands of the monsters, and they declared, “Let us take the fire of the stars and build a lamp for the people.” So Yamuul, the Mighty One, traveled through the dark of the sky and devoured one thousand stars. Once he was filledContinue reading “Eversolstice II”
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No Eye Has Seen
Carry out the command In my hand As I spread it out like a picnic blanket spanning The world There are countless limitations brought about by perspective And all I need to be is your Horizon Though the edges are tattered as they taper out into The endless night Void, the last frontier A divineContinue reading “No Eye Has Seen”
Mirror Mirror
It’s been a long time since you Spun in the circle Conjuring the light from The lightless living and Dead Pray Tell and Report What is it that keeps a man from becoming Something else? A nameless kind of magic? The Word of God, or A solemn promise to himself? Or are we merely reflectiveContinue reading “Mirror Mirror”
WD 212 “All There Is”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. All There Is Bring me another vision Something translucent to place like a filter over my eyes While I watch TV Looped animation, your days and hours like a pixelated GIF French fries dipped in wine Until you tell me the world is what we makeContinue reading “WD 212 “All There Is””
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 190 “He Prunes Every Branch That Bears Fruit”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. He Prunes Every Branch That Bears Fruit We never stop growing Or dying As the train comes in to the station of cyclical undoing Redoing I want to lay down roots Wrap and entangle you in a kingdom of green fiber Phylum, genus, species Forever aContinue reading “WD 190 “He Prunes Every Branch That Bears Fruit””
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 163 “Where the Saints Dance”
A musing inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth Where the Saints Dance Defiance can be found At the bottom of a glass Or, on concrete After you cut your teeth on the curb Grating the brain out of your skull like shredded cheese In the name of the saints Their eyes are closed butContinue reading “WD 163 “Where the Saints Dance””
WD 160 “Cabal”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Cabal Swipe right to find out what’s coming in the wings Four wings double-bent, two covering the face Moses had a face that shined like the moon, so he had to hide it And I hide my psychic vibrations, solar waves So you can keep goingContinue reading “WD 160 “Cabal””
WD 145 “Vessels of Wrath”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Vessels of Wrath “I am” Such a phrase to inspire A line of products And advertisements upon a podium The fickle moon waxes and wanes Hands clasped like we’re part of the same machine Animatronic diaphragms wavering and pumping out new followers but No leaders It’sContinue reading “WD 145 “Vessels of Wrath””
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