The Noise

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

The noise. Bounces inside me. Tinkles, crashes, wrinkles My thoughts like newspapers. Stop! Stop! The whooping, Hollering, Whispering, Tapping. The rapping inside my skull. Bone to bone, Drum to drum, Without respite, Until the beat of pain Replaces music. Pause. In silence.

The Hole

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

A pothole. A bump in the road or a hole down to hell? Just one of those things that happen in life, Or the straw that cuts with a razor edge And flays skin from soul? A word? A frown? A curse tumbling down from uncaring mouths? A call that never comes from a friend…

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The Cows of Night

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

Homeless dance the pastures green; free of dusty bonds or slavers mean. The fields all glow with warm moonlight the day I feign embrace my Lady Night. Tho’ dark and thick as ink or embers cold, her locks prss down with heat untold. The latter end of sweet emptiness goes to touch her saintly tress….

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The Ballad of Johnny Trimbold

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Little Jonny Trimbold tumbled Across the cold and brittle mould. His steps were lowered and faltered Before the master’s heavy halter. Arise oh Johnny arise Came another’s cries Though deaf on Johnny’s ears. Up now stumbled Johhny Trimbold Driven on by lashes and thorns Heedless then of the growing scorn Growing within his head anon….

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Success

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

That’s right. It could have been you. A year sooner. A few years later. A change in the world, or a nation. An invention or program or something unknown that happened a decade before you were born. You’re smart and work hard and love life but He, not You wears the badge of success, because…

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Standardized Test

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

When truth bites, A bitter knife Cutting quick to pride, Does passion fail? When a mirror raises Images praising Something less than great, Is humble made hale? What then when the water ripples, Scattering face From wave to wave? Is the being less Because the image is glass? Is flesh become weak when judgment is…

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Shadows That Dance at Dawn

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

Sometimes shadows play tricks on our minds just the way rain clouds do. Lost lemmings come when nightmares become daydreams with no way to split the two. light makes shadows real by hiding just as day makes night sparkle. Crystal rose oozes up when dawn filters out Tuesday bright rays burn mucky dew. Shadow glass…

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Self Editing

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

My pen and soul as I sit are open to the world and you. They say I should not be so. People are wrong. My pen has never failed. It will not now. It takes my mind to you. I go home, or come back. You are nowhere. My pen will fill the pit. But…

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Scared of Baudelaire

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

Thoughts of drunkenness frighten me Just as shadows in dark rooms might. Imperceptible enemies Hide dully in the empty night. If they should come seize upon me Should I not simply cease to be? I require neither good or right. Life is easily cast aside. But without me I am nothing, Me, I will never…

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Poetry Test

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

This is a test. This is only a test. If this were a real challenge I would give you a grade. You would simply fail. Forever. But this is a test. This is only a test.