poetry – Page 39 – Tale Told

Speeding Away

How speedy is the second hand,revolving all the day;how swift to fall, the grains of sand,counting the hour away. And all of time is madthe nights and days are oneno…

Short: Peeking Through the Mists

When part the curling mists about the gorge and through the tangled web of trees you spy the rapids white, the pool all deep and dark, there's whispered in the…

Caprice

When heaven's dying light pierces the lush, green canopy of leaves which shade my house,and sleepy birds, their lazy twitters sing from out their hidden nests above my head;when all…

Beyond the Mirror

There could never be anyone in the mirror but a blind man, blind to the world beyond the looking glass. He shaves, pisses, poses, but he never lives. He comes…

Random Rhymes | Counting Down

Note:None of this makes any sense. I don't know why I wrote it. I don't think it means anything. It was just a lark. There are twenty ways home, and…

I’ve Bled This Way Before

The twisting, turning, endless corridors—No means to mark my way along the floorexcept to open up my aching wound—Such desprate means! Already I have swoonedand laid upon my stony path,…

A Vampire’s Thoughts

There are nights and there are dayswhere we fight and where we play—but it's lost within a haze.Everyman must go his way. Finding time to draw new breathspouting rhymes before…

Rough Draft: Brothers of Stone

The grinning stone, with cobwebbed covered mouth, laughs silently.His carved brother under him he throttles violently.And thus from the same rock they came into reality,a Cain and Abel evermore wrought…

Fear Remains

And fear remains when hatred failsas like the earth under the tide.When it recedes with foamy trailsthe swell reveals what it did hide. What slimy things lie on that sand,the…

Poem: I Welcome Fire

The deadly flame, locked up in glass,a ready aim, the sunburnt grass;the shot rings out, the lantern falls.Too late his shout, useless his calls;the fire lives, is spreading fast,but death…