Exhaling towers of yellow haze like Smaug the Terrible, in my lonely solitude, I rocked to and fro on a shadowy slab of concrete, and let the sounds of the world wash over me.
Life
Is this enough for you? (a poem)
The foundations to be shaken were already taken down By hands and unheard voices mistaken Of the downtrodden, low-down found out To be rotten, begotten of times and rhymes designed To ride the fine lines dividing divines
Thorns and Briars (short-form cosmic horror)
Glowing white eyes pierced me through the gloom. Sunken into the vague gray outline of a stag’s skull, the visage floated closer. Translucent fragments of ink-black cracks and crevasses spiraled out behind it to my unlit kitchen.
The Thorned Rings (a dream/cosmic horror poem)
As the vessel unfurled to a boundless womb, unspeakable darkness yawned out.
HE (dream/cosmic horror poem)
I hung my head to an unfamiliar grotesque limb the alien umbilical that joined us at the navel my stomach crawled chest lurched
Something terrible this way comes.
Newborn, yet altogether dreadful. It will leave you changed, forevermore.
Black Sun
The bright sun struck three The black sun struck twelve From there It was only screams From there It was only hell ~ They fled in droves They begged for mercy They all were massacred Bargained for time Betrayed their own A mad and twisted herd ~ Spoke not in words but tongues And nobody … Continue reading Black Sun
Their bones were buried there
Our bones are buried In places holy Places that hold meaning As names lose feeling And feelings die Like all things to time And like our lives lead To places buried Until we are bones In places holy Wholly meant To hold our meaning Before the feelings And names are forgot Like all things in … Continue reading Their bones were buried there
Holding On
I cannot fathom letting go From the hold that I have made. I cannot let myself imagine What it is to fall. But when it takes every single bit, Every last drop of will, And when my bones ache, Skin rips, Nerves burn, Tendons scream . . . My grip loosens.
You leaving is what scares me (a poem)
I love you, You and your twisted briar heart, Your cold heart, Your stone heart, Betrayed and hardened by the years, Ugly and encrusted in ice. I love you, You and your shortcomings, Your flaws, Your failures, Molded and fouled by the world, That left you all but weary of it. I love you, You … Continue reading You leaving is what scares me (a poem)
