Captian's Log Poem: Darkness Whispers; Wisdom Shouts 23 Aug 2020 I heard a whisper in the trees, a song blown from the seas, it carried in the breeze, and hearing it did freeze. I saw the eagle soaring high, yet…
Captian's Log Poem: Softly Time Kills 21 Aug 2020 Silently the hourglass is turned Only one grinning skull can see Finality begins its slow ebb Tick tock, the clock is winding down Long are the chimes that ring out…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Must Roam 11 Aug 2020 There seems no place for me within this dream, nor water found, nor sky, nor stars. They seem, these missing elements, my long-sought home. Until I find these three, I…
Captian's Log Walt Whitman and Telemarketers 10 Aug 202010 Aug 2020 I had a little fun today. I was receiving those lovely, if unrequested, interruptions in my afternoon known patiently as telemarketers. There are less patient descriptions of such phone calls…
Captian's Log Poem: Without Light 7 Aug 2020 Old, sallow death is watching you, he's waiting at your side; just turn and he'll be in your view when time has come to die. The sands are falling faster…
Captian's Log Poem: I’m Mad 5 Aug 2020 Don't call me crazy, cause I aint sane Don't look unless you can feel this pain Searching for music to heal my troubled soul I wander the earth with an…
Captian's Log Poem: Summer Rain 26 Jul 2020 How wonderful the summer rain when thunder crashes round after the flashing lights ordain that heaven love the ground. So then the Sky will touch the Earth and fill her…
Captian's Log Poem: Beauty of the Stars 25 Jul 2020 Who knows the glory of the stars, the beauty of their meagre light, or knows the wonders that are ours who lay below a summer night? We're warm upon the…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Bedlam 17 Jul 2020 The dead, their wearied forms and twisted backs, their jerking steps, and shambling hoards and packs, pursue in mindless mass the living souls left on this earth who've yet escaped…
Captian's Log Short Poem: O Early Snow 14 Jul 2020 O early snow which slowly falls as like when timid lover calls with bashful, blushing cheeks, and stuttering he speaks. Such gentle openings may yet passions and mighty storms beget.…
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