Sunday, December 20, 2015

The Dark Day

Tonight was absolute
The flow strengthened as the current grew
The waves of chance renewed

The night was marked
Pursued like a felon
But it was us who stole the moon and the stars

We did not tuck in the night
No bedtime, no story time
Only empty pages waiting to be filled

Unguided, we drove to see the night
The wayward streets delved deeper into me
Sealing evidence in the chambers of memory

Though the night became eternal
We sought the odysseys of tomorrow
Like we had found the Tree of Life and become immortal

The creatures of the night embraced us curiously
And so we evolved and grew feathers darker than the sky
Our hoo-ing and cooing echoed a loud lullaby

We flew into the night
Reaching the heights of the sleeping dreamers
Drinking from the Milky Way to satiate our appetite

At night, we became one
Embraced by the shadows left behind at daylight
Evident like the twinkles of glitter spread across the eternal heavens

But the night grew tiresome
The cloak that had shielded us too heavy to hold any longer
The moon punched out just as the sun punched in

And so we shed our feathers and retired to our cribs
The drafted book returned to the shelf next to the many others who sat
Waiting for the night to come

Monday, December 7, 2015

Nothing Really Matters

Anyway the wind blows
Nothing really matters to me but
I just gotta get right outta here

You think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby
You think you can stop me and spit in my eye
Can't do this to me baby

Galileo, Galileo! Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family!
Galileo! Figaro!
Let him go!

Thunderbolt and lightning
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Very very frightening me
Beelzebub has a devil put aside 
For me

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama

Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Put a gun against his head
Mama, life had just begun
Mama, I just killed a man
Now I've gone and thrown it all away
Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

Goodbye, I've got to go
But I don't want to die, Mama
Body's aching all the time
Sends shivers down my spine, Mama
Too late, my time has come
Mama!

Carry on, as if nothing really matters
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Didn't mean to make you cry, Mama

Anyway the wind blows,
A little high, little low
Easy come, easy go
Just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Look up to the skies and see
Open your eyes
No escape from reality

Caught in a landslide
Is this just fantasy
Is this the real life
Doesn't really matter to me

*A rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen


Wednesday, December 2, 2015

The Writer's Bastille (A Sestina)

I sit here
Unable to present any letter
Oxygen flow
So incredibly slow
The hours turn to weeks
Ticking tocks and random sudden creaks

Echoing, cackling creaks
I must not leave from here
Nagging at me for weeks
But appears not a letter
Breathe slow
Let it flow

Out bursts the dam’s incredible flow
Silencing creaks
No longer slow
They soar here
The fluttering flapping of letters
To keep me content for weeks

Finite weeks
No drop left to flow
Incomplete and obscure are the letters
Precipitously resume the uninvited creaks
Yet alone here
Once more, slow

Insidious the weeks
Pretending to go by slow
Only here
Thoughts refuse flow
No sound left, no creaks
Only misshaped, cumbersome, and crippled letters

Nurse the letters
Nurture and cultivate them slow
Bring back the caressing creaks
Vitalize and elucidate the endless weeks
Be here
Demand the flow

The many hours, the many weeks
Oxygen flows

I sit here

Monday, November 23, 2015

Heil Monster

Heil Monster- A man like creature, born and raised by our kind; His growth is suddenly stunted around the same time a box-like, wooly whisker begins to emerge above his palate; Hair and eyes as black as the ashes he raises, though he prefers that of a lighter shade; Petite in size, but don’t let this fool you; From the slithers of his slimy tongue emerge the most foul of creatures, hypnotizing all who urge to listen; With one tentacle held tightly to his side, he casts the more sharper out before anyone who is near; If it were to reach you, the tentacle would pierce your throat and steal your heart; His slimy varmint wait to abduct all reason, and claim your mind. Those who are unfortunate enough to fall into his grip are granted life; Those who claim successful against his magnetizing spells and swarming virus are wretched with death endlessly surrounding them, taunting them, until they, too, succumb; Unequivocal is the damage he serves to deliver.

So, beware. He may emerge from his cell at any moment, without a given permission, enticing you with words of hope and pride. He may choose a goat to sacrifice, proving that God will accept his offering, all the while playing God himself. He will raise his tentacle up at a salute, directing his minions to destruction. And before you know it, he casts a shade over the land you call home, and on all those you hold dear. You will be left surrounded. There will be no escape, for this Monster has taken all reason, and has lavishly consumed all hearts. All that will be left is the strepitous, deafening melody of his blonde hair, blue-eyed progeny singing, “Heil Monster.”

Monday, November 16, 2015

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Unadjusted to the Breeze (A Haiku)

The hued sprinkled leaves
Leave me chilled and unsure if 
The time is for me