Halfway There
Halfway there.Oh, to be halfway there!To revisit my bygone misstepsTo utter the words that I should have said
Poems
It is Calm Here
There is a calm hereAnd not one that soothesFrom my perch atop the mountainsI grow uneasy
Still, We Fight
This is where we fight,Frost, snow, hailstones and fire,Through incessant hypothesis for tomorrow's attire.Our breaths are free, but dices we hold,
Blacksmith
We are brought into his chambers, fresh and unsoiled.Hardened metals we are, the shape of our very choosing.In regal purity we, to possess, caused no little toil,And kingly we arrived, disillusioned at the smithery.
The Race Betwixt
The unrelenting hounds were close behind, pounding the earth asWrathful as thunder,Cornered was I, vulnerable infant, and optionless, castMyself off the tower.
Nemesis of the Fly
I was sorely harassed with guerrilla tactics,As raindrop, incessant.
Dearth
There sat the lion with the lamb,T'was a grim spectacle to behold.They came in their hundreds, they came in their thousands,Came sadistic beings, horror to enthrone.
Phobia
My God, beholdeth such wrath!The puny being be definitely dead.A humane spank was extermination enough,Yet we proceeded to crush its skull.
Nomad of Shadows
In the gray dawn, claws from the mist,Eyes hollow, vacant voids, world's cruel jest,A wanderer, sinews stretched taut,Chasing horizons with cracked, bleeding hands.
A Meditation on Forces
Delightful dreams draw me drowsily downcotton candy skies singing a lullaby,twirling me slowly to their sound
We Were All Strangers Once
A thousand lifetimes folded small,compressed in cosmic silences,we wandered, particles adrift,each tetherless, each whole,
Unnamed
The world has no ideaWhat's to come?