Captian's Log Come Let 22 Jun 202520 Jun 2025 Come away and sing with me, my love, come whisper now, our song.Come hide away, my little dove.To hold you near I long. Come and make your nest of peace…
Captian's Log Our Third Man 21 Jun 202521 Jun 2025 There's one walking among us nowwho's silent and unseen;one who took with us our vow. Now, on him, we lean.He's wandered far, but now it's near, the time the ancients…
Captian's Log A Second Chance to Love 20 Jun 2025 A second chance, a fearful thing, to fail a second time. To pluck out a mǎlodious twang,to flunk another rhyme. And yet I strum and hum and sing, accepting what…
Captian's Log I Think So, Brain, but if We Covered Ourselves in Sackcloth and Ashes . . . 13 Jun 202513 Jun 2025 "Yes, but he's so bad at it." At least, that's how I remember the line going. It's been a hot minute since I watched a favorite childhood show, Invader Zim.…
Captian's Log Madman’s Toast 11 Jun 2025 The drinks were lifted up in toast, while lowered eyes met not.One voice did bellow out his boast, while each in private thought:One thought it shame, one thought it crime,some…
Captian's Log A Sound, a Fright, a Ghost 8 Jun 20257 Jun 2025 We walk together, at times, but still, I walk alone, a shadow in the night. We passed a lifeless stone made like life, like a dead man who rots within…
Captian's Log Then Sell Your Soul 7 Jun 2025 There is a silent death we die,a spell we dare not say.If nothing I have said will fly, then you must go away. I cannot make it clearer thanwhat the…
Captian's Log Beyond My Grasp 3 Jun 2025 Wonder not. I think no hand of man may touch the vision in this glade. Though you may reach, you'll never reach. Always just beyond your grasp, the elusive, ruby…
Captian's Log Some Doggerel Lines | Meditations On Lewis’s The Four Loves 31 May 2025 So silent moves the knife of a faithful friend;the lover's poisoned drops will not amend.The father's gifts become a contract's bind;of shackles does the mother's love remind. All loves are…
Captian's Log I Ramble About My Dreams 30 May 202530 May 2025 I have dreamed this night of many things:A clock there was in viewa spoiled child looking through;for him I felt strange pangsfor through his eyes I saw the worldand longed…
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