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””
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WD 185 “Plastic Cup”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Plastic Cup I’m on the verge of a New cosmos By the principle of trickle-down economics I’ve gathered memories, objects ridden with Nostalgia and dark matter In a plastic cup All the things you chose to forget Fermented and left to Revive
WD 184 “My Desert”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. My Desert A studied hand, breaks the corner of the stormfront Measured- and- my heart beats with the breath of the wind – Can you hold destiny in your pocket? Devise a central theme for the whole of the nation? Fuse your fingers to the trigger?Continue reading “WD 184 “My Desert””
WD 183 “Daydream”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Daydream There is a place behind the eyes Which fills all empty spaces With transgressions, animal input Plagued social ills A tablet of translation for things that might be and might be again There’s a heart that seeks to believe that the tall grass is fullContinue reading “WD 183 “Daydream””
WD 182 “Things Come to Pass”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Things Come to Pass I suppose I deserve some contraction Meddling with old metals, locks and lockets Smearing my liquid thoughts like paint across your dashboard Sunlight to sun-dip (But it rises again so quickly, and the dark barely has time) To win you over toContinue reading “WD 182 “Things Come to Pass””
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””
WD 180 “Song of Rain”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Song of Rain A single path through a dry fountain, surrounded by dry grass There was a song on my lips A word on my tongue A gray vacancy in my eyes Held at bay by windless tides And in your hand I felt An arrhythmicContinue reading “WD 180 “Song of Rain””
WD 170 “Desert Hermit”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Desert Hermit I bit the tail of the beast of burden Prescribed a sedative to keep him from falling into agony And there was no road ahead that I could use to follow But a trail of scattered locust skins -John the Baptizer The astrologers allContinue reading “WD 170 “Desert Hermit””
WD 169 “Haunted Temple”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Haunted Temple The eye is upon you While you go about your daily trade A pox, a curse, eye of newt and skin of toad And medication refills While he is, transfixed and transfigured into every sound that haunts Days of secret whispers in the pewsContinue reading “WD 169 “Haunted Temple””
WD 168 “Breathing Exit”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Breathing Exit Simple thoughts Fly into my mind like they are Drawn to rotten meat When we exit this space what becomes of the cosmic symmetry? The cracked surface between mirror and air And can we begin to manifest An exile into being -All night IContinue reading “WD 168 “Breathing Exit””
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