Late October Twilight |
Smoke wreathes my head andtangles on this halo of quiet I can't understand.The coat of guilt is drawn so tight and closethough the chill breaks its meager protection.The dying sun gives false light, n...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 01:23:00 GMT |
The Watch |
This is an older one, probably from early high school. Its not too great, but nostalgia has overcome me of late, what can I say? I'd never figurethat you'd pull the triggerto let it all slip away.I tr...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 22:53:00 GMT |
Long, Rambling, and Untitled once more. |
So, I will sit hereamong my old books and yellowedsheaves of paper.Turned by the ages and laden with dustI will wade and wander amongthe Aramaic, the Saxon, & the Cuneiform.spinning among the aeons, y...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 22:52:00 GMT |
Burnt Pages |
I am only your HoneyWhen I am bleeding hollow.Famish to rail thin;If it appears glamorousIt is socially acceptable.Like the coat I insist onDraping over pale shoulders,Though the season isn'tRight.The...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Aug 2008 00:01:00 GMT |
Untitled, Part the Second |
I take communionunder the showerheadthe water beads to dropsthat run as rivletsrank and fileover tattooed shoulderswhich collapse with a day's weight.Welcome water warmthspreads in a sweet smileenshro...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 03:52:00 GMT |
The White Ship |
Shooting up for five dayswith heroin and his friendsmakes my stomach twisted,tortured, turned in unfathomable knots.Its worth is greatto board the White Ship.Braced in a semblanceof valiance I have ne...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 06:03:00 GMT |
Untitled |
The night criesfor YouLeaves roll tearsover their green skinslick with sky.The West WindsForce the Wheel of Stars.The Moon hidesHer ashen cheeksince you left.Lady Frost wandersand heaven's weeping wil...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 18:55:00 GMT |
For an Old Friend |
I see an old manA wind colored with AutumnCaresses his graying hairHe sits unconcernedContent with a clear skyThat is azure as was youthWe remember older daysAnd revel in their wealthA brief afternoon...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 04:09:00 GMT |
Along the Wall |
Brothers leave for Battle,seeking blood spilling.Simmering sandsdrink ferventlyof their gift.Wandering,they do notreturn home.Steel and ironrazor their flesh.ScreamingOf shrapnelsongs chiming.A soul s...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 21:39:00 GMT |
Vetrablot |
Hunting 14 - Winter Nights/Vetrablot: In the Old Icelandic Calendar, winter begins on the Satyrday between Hunting 11th and 17th. Winter Nights celebrates the bounty of the harvest and honors Freya an...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 14:21:00 GMT |
