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Thursday, February 18, 2021


 

out of nowhere
like a comet
from deep space
some thing terrible
pierced my heart
some thing unimaginable
feasted on my soul
like a hungry beast
clawed into my world
searching for a bloody feast
all that lust that beast felt
so much terror it instilled
yet I held onto hope
but hope was not enough
I grasped at broken love
but love failed me
so I slipped
under that horrid spell
into that other deviant realm
where cast out souls are lost
far past forever more
as I writhed and fell
my fear was washed
with my falling tears
I hoped and prayed
that God
might find me
save me
from that terrible hell
show me the way
to a better place
but you turned away
you left behind
only wet footprints
you took all your love
you turned and spoke
final harsh words to me
saying you couldn't stay
that's when night came
stole every scrap
of my hope away
I tried to resolve
all my broken shame
yet both our souls
had been branded
leaving scars and traces
from love's red hot iron
like two flaming tails
from that untamed comet
hurtling and trailing away
out in deep space
and in its own way
drifting unfazed
into nothingness
blazing back from where it came
out of nowhere
I still somehow knew
you felt the same
 

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Tuesday, February 16, 2021


 

navigating
this mine field
called life
every step
we take
do we hesitate
or instigate
how many times
do we mitigate
have you
lost
everything
become
lost
in the dark
wander
lost
in the wilderness
wake up
lost
within
yourself
how many times
have you
been confused
by everything
around you
if the moon
were our guide
would we
wonder
if the man in the moon
is God
if the sun
showed us
the way
would we
falter
become blinded
by those life
giving rays
if your world
stops spinning
would you
find yourself
out of control
when the day
becomes night
does fear
grip
your soul
what if we
stumble
and fall
what if we
are caught up
in a hurricane
does tomorrow
seem vain
does life
matter at all
or does time stop
and only
this very second
mean anything
at all
if we
step
on a land mine
will our past
give us
clarity
if we drown
in the sea
will existence
provide us
charity
when the end
draws near
when our dreams
become
completely clear
how will we
go on
will we
still be
some wretched pawn
or will
the hopeless world
disappear
and suddenly
we'll find ourselves
living
every relevant moment
absent of fear

 

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Saturday, February 13, 2021

 


that cold covid morning
a murder of crows
blackening the coronal sky
a raucous hell unleashed
upon the ailing earth
marking failing trails
those poor unfortunates
with their blackened blood
unto blacker vile death
all the dead
piled tactless corpses
on sorry funeral pyres
all that horror
sights long unseen
sorrow lay ahead
while senile terror
fills the hearts
and tainted souls
of every living
wanting crying being
all those dying
struck down
by dark viral angels
so few last requests
before the moon falls
from the failing sky
one last thing
we'll ever taste
before the sour sun
burns out
every tainted black bird
has closed its haunting eyes
death after daunting death
gaunt human beings
just waiting to die
and when the jaunty crows
all take flight and fly
dauntless calling out
barking and cawing
an ode of murderous word
numerous covid airborne
marking murderous days
on these dark cruel nights
while the imperiled world finds
that immoral death
is stalking the earth
carnal death
is close in sight
brown and black and white
while evil hides
in its armoured towers
so spread dead flowers
upon all our dour graves
as life is soured
by heartless viral knaves
scatter dead flowers
spattered with innocent blood
marking all those mass graves
heedless covid rules
without tact or care
grinning from deep within
oblivious of bleeding love
adorned with its choking stare

 


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Wednesday, February 10, 2021


 

after
you died
grief held me
down
twelve days
suffering
after past years
of war
we're still
all suffering now
yet somehow
there are
politics
religious
views
the sacred
red cow
bowing down
wearing
the master's shoes
expecting
death
to knock
to be
an end time
muse
but when
the night
comes
blinding
the world
unearthing
our deepest
fears
a sunny day
seems
of little use
so many memories
so much love
I remember
so many tears
I bow down
to you

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Saturday, February 6, 2021

 


here we are
precious life
waiting for the earth
to swallow us whole
we are dust
this dusty life
while time
mountains tumble
over generations
fumble down the path
from morning
at first light
through the burly day
all the way to dark
this life at midnight
just beneath our feet
earth and dust
must everything cease
bust and fall away
currents
with every landslide
endure this earthquake
with one last breathe
that final heartbeat
before we crumble
as our lusty lives
turn to cosmic dust
here we are
humbled

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