Captian's Log And Make the Rhythm Mad 12 Jan 202511 Jan 2025 https://taletold.wordpress.com/poems-2/and-make-the-rhythm-mad/
Captian's Log The Sleeping Dragon 11 Jan 2025 Well, once when I was young, I sat beside a dragon. The sleeping wyrm never knew and never came to know. His long snoring eased my mind; and the black…
Captian's Log In the Candlelight 10 Jan 2025 The candlelight's soft, unsteady glow makes the curl of her lips' little smile like sunset on a hill. How I would take my measured, easy stroll down those slopes, my…
Captian's Log Eyes Closed 9 Jan 2025 Sometimes the image of the thing eclipses the thing itself. Have you never stared into a lightbulb and become blind? Once learned, how can we unlearn? If we cannot be…
Captian's Log Eyes of Flame 8 Jan 2025 The flames, still living, burned, stretching their hot tongues up toward a clouded and darkening heaven; they cared not nor knew the blackened husk was dead, their job done, accomplished.…
Captian's Log Face to Face 7 Jan 2025 Torn from gentle dreams and animal desires, staring open mouthed, the beast admiresoverhead, the hanging portrait:O what horrid fate!Himself there.Beware:Bygone gloriesmade mere memories.Man no longer man what art?Thou but residue,…
Captian's Log Amazed 6 Jan 2025 The slaughter was amazing. That seemed a bathetic descriptor, but amazing it was. The hapless carnage, leaving no escape into ignorance, no matter how willful, buggered the mind. You simply…
Captian's Log Poem: Resistence 5 Jan 20256 Jan 2025 The ancient priest is waiting near.His soft commands I often hearcompelling me to let him in.It's hard to resist sin. The mighty ones have all but died,and no one else…
Captian's Log Memories of a Shadow 4 Jan 2025 "The silent silhouette, passing through the light, there and gone, is burned into my mind. Someone else was there. A savior, perhaps. It's not much to go on, a memory…
Captian's Log Sleeping Memories 3 Jan 202531 Dec 2024 "The nameless one," I said, "Does not remember his dreams. He thinks, though, that they are memories, or may be memories, of what he lost. That's why he likes to…
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