Captian's Log Eulogy: Song 25 Jan 202520 Jan 2025 Beyond the silent seathe fading mysterya world that never wasand yet will come again.And that will be becausethe troubled race of mensee through the future's seamswithin their silent dreams.
Captian's Log Eulogy: Truth 24 Jan 202520 Jan 2025 The last speech was given by a child. Imagine him, if you will, in rags, or ill fitted clothes that might have once looked nice. Their colors have faded, the…
Captian's Log Eulogy: Vision 23 Jan 202520 Jan 2025 They had a vision. A vision. Only they could see it. They tore the world apart for its blindness. They could not see the world for their vision. The vision…
Captian's Log Eulogy: Peace 22 Jan 202520 Jan 2025 I had hoped we'd meet again, Monsignor. A crime, you rob me of true triumph. What is victory without your impassioned speeches condemning me as a tyrant and your prognostications…
Captian's Log You’re Dead 21 Jan 202520 Jan 2025 "If you were dead, would you want to know?" I ask. The waitress had just taken our orders and menus from us, and my friend was sipping his lager while…
Captian's Log My Plea 19 Jan 202518 Jan 2025 There lies beyond this narrow breadth of suffering, if you can lay it down, a living offering, a happiness above all that you lost;so count, dear friend, and understand the…
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 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 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 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…
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