Captian's Log Sonnet: Prelude 20 Nov 2020 Now how shall I begin this task to write?Shall I lament some brokenness of soul,or start by praising Him who is my light?Shall my first verse regard the dark Sheol,or…
Captian's Log A Riddle 19 Nov 2020 Zoned out in endless hunger Only craving flesh Moving slow in stilted gestures Biting at what's fresh Illness made, and illness spreads Everyone who sees it dreads.
Captian's Log Lines of Verse 18 Nov 2020 Under the cloudy moon, and in the winter air, across deserted streets within the gaslight's glare a body lies forlorn, and cold as like a stone. Her lips without color;…
Captian's Log Poem: To Know 17 Nov 2020 I see you're good, but do I see what goodness is?I know you're truth, but do I know what's truly true?I say you're love, but what is truly good to…
Captian's Log Poem: Once Upon a Time 16 Nov 2020 Open your heart Now that you hear Calling your name Evergreen Woods Under their eaves Ponder the day; Over their roots, Note now the sun Always it's here Those who…
Captian's Log He Stood Against the Desolation 15 Nov 2020 "The heroes are dead, the wizards are turned to stone, and here you are, standing. Look at you: your trembling arms can barely hold that blade. Step aside." His father's…
Captian's Log Drabble: I Look to the Rising Sun 14 Nov 202014 Nov 2020 The breaking dawn, his brilliant beams shooting above the hill, how wonderful. What a blessing to the eye. What wonderful treasures are writ large in nature; What impoverished creatures we…
Captian's Log Drabble: The King is Dead 13 Nov 2020 At twelve o'clock the king died, or there abouts. It's not really that important when he died. The important fact is he died. He died; we're to mourn him. Put…
Captian's Log Poem: Lotus Eaters 12 Nov 2020 Please Read: Lotus Eaters They seek a light and wander to my door in hopes to mend their half forgotten souls. Into their hearts a numbing drink I pour which…
Captian's Log Short: Through the Darkness 11 Nov 2020 I feel the engine slow and know we're coming near a turn. Even at the reduced speed, the paper and inkwell begin sliding left as the tracks bank toward the…
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