A stormy sea is still A stormy sea, It matters not How it used to be… A sunny day is still A sunny day, It matters not If it has always been that way, Nor if ever once more it will be.
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The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)
A thick, black fog hangs low over this place now. Long shadows cast by rolling waves of darkness spilling across the houses and walkways. With each passing second, breathing becomes increasingly labored. The windswept streets grow empty and desolate, As the life that once filled them hides behind doors and walls of brick, As … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)
The Oarfish Has Arisen
The Oarfish has arisen From its home beneath the waves It journeys from the shadowed depths To the surface to be safe It feels the earth's vibrations In the silence where it dwells And in this way knows many secrets Which it can nor will ever tell The Oarfish has arisen Board the windows Lock … Continue reading The Oarfish Has Arisen
The Flapping of the Smallest Feather Wings
The outcome of the daily weather does not depend entirely upon The gusts of wind which carry over the oceans and seas From the turning of the Earth And the centrifugal force of its incredible mass Rather There are the most minute imperfections Movements Of beasts and of individuals That shift the balance ever so … Continue reading The Flapping of the Smallest Feather Wings
All Must in Time Flow
The days are washing over Like so many crashing waves Each moment passing Never lasting Transient as the shadow-casting rays Just as the water laps the shore The minutes flood our minds Inward bleeding Then receding Taking with them pieces of our lives So let us not hold tightly this Who we are and what … Continue reading All Must in Time Flow
Locust Harp
Locust harp The swarm it sings One million wings So many strings Playing sweet With bows for feet Their symphony Locust harp Black skies for days Insect arrays Falling in waves Descending down Like rain from clouds Towards the ground Locust harp The fields are dead The streets run red The swarm is fed And … Continue reading Locust Harp
Shadows Cast by a Dying Light
Stretching Like fingers Out from the depths And into the shallow room Reaching Only to recoil As the flames flicker Growing and shrinking in a steady pulse As their source is slowly expended Matter into energy Flowing out in waves Of heat and light Obstructed at times But never in entirety As there are always … Continue reading Shadows Cast by a Dying Light
But a Brief Transition
The rain Though it falls as one Cascading down in sheets now To fall upon the dry earth Is but a collective of many Each drop Unique unto itself Composed as it is Of individual particles just the same Gathered and unified Taking form And shape As a single distinct entity For only the briefest … Continue reading But a Brief Transition
Passion Pulse
Do you still feel it The passion pulse The glow from within Beckoning us closer Drawing our breaths to heated shivers Sending waves of anticipation across our eager skin As wild eyes Search without restraint How I long to hold Your fragile form To breathe deep the fragrance That exudes from deep beneath the surface … Continue reading Passion Pulse
On Love and On Marriage – A Collaboration, Part 2
The piece below is part two in a collaboration between myself and the very gifted poet Thought for Change, of the blog The Rendezvous Club. This piece was written over a period of time through various communications revolving around a Q/A about fear, love, and marriage. The text on the left was written by Though … Continue reading On Love and On Marriage – A Collaboration, Part 2
