Still Warm

It’s gray out But the warm sun blasts through the ceiling of clouds Filling my body with Essential heat Vitamins  And a means to alchemically produce  Happiness In material form But we long for the dark  So that we can peer down empty streets with  Lightless eyes And claim that we see the world forContinue reading “Still Warm”

Hamburgers and How They Are Made

Red, white, and polluted  Blew up the shoot In reversed motion like Spiders crawling back into  Egg sacs  If you have what it takes If you can maintain the look You too can be weighed and found wanting More and more divine judgement While a man in torn jeans and fingerless gloves parts the redContinue reading “Hamburgers and How They Are Made”

Priestly Divide 

Keeper of the cross Judge me and find me wanting More, for angels have numerous eyes and  None of them see the way men do.– I extend my hand From the pulpit  Reaching down to you who are Weary and heavy laden  Can you save me from this place?– Beast of the circle Hunt meContinue reading “Priestly Divide “

Hunger Within Reason

Voracity  Carnal in incarnation  Can you lack any visible signs of entry? – Keep the noise locked away? When I saw you last night, you were Not the same Your eyes were like long streams  Washing through cracks and crags – At the ebb and flow Beck and call Cradle the motive And we all rise  AndContinue reading “Hunger Within Reason”

Unfair Fairy Story

There are a lot of feelings and ideas that are hard to express in typical prose. I’m going to be doing a little bit of experimenting here. This used to be my poetry blog before I started posting Creator Journals, so I was thinking of reintroducing some of that. I think on Wednesdays, I’ll postContinue reading “Unfair Fairy Story”

WD 223 “Purgatory”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Purgatory  I have become the edge of the knife The corner of the eye Where the tear collects and remains  Stagnant  The blush of the wind as it carries red pedals in its monstrous throat  Compassion for The Enemy  But would you suffer him if he Continue reading “WD 223 “Purgatory””

WD 221 “Claude Frollo”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Claude Frollo Say what you mean to me My particles are rippling with the burden of anticipation And antiseptic creams that wash out infections You’re covered in them, blistering beasts of unmatched ferocity The sun sets on you when you like  And you’re back to letContinue reading “WD 221 “Claude Frollo””