Captian's Log Poem: I Am the Man 24 Jun 2019 I’ve not the time to tell a lie nor make my meaning plain, and so I ask, “Look in my eye,” see there I’m not insane. You want my trust…
Captian's Log Rough Draft | Poem: Graveyard 22 Jun 2019 I wandered through the ancient stones when by a mossy stump freezing, I turned my aching bones to ponder this strange lump. The markers all around the place were crumbled,…
Captian's Log Poetry + A Riddle 20 Jun 2019 Please enjoy these random assortment of syllables which may or may not form meaningful words in some language or another. Even This Will End Even the night must sigh —The…
Captian's Log Let Time Forever Roll 18 Jun 2019 As time rolls over the arid waste and briefly stops awhile to breathe under a shady tree, so I may pause. I may stop—let time fly on—I sit contented for…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Little One, Little One 14 Jun 2019 Little one, little one, why do you weep? Little one, little one, go back to sleep. Little one, little one, why do you groan? Little one, little one, how you…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Under the Sun 7 Jun 2019 Though beauty surround me everywhere, and all the birds are singing in the air, though far the woes of all my life are scattered, gone is all my strife, it…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Burned Ghost 6 Jun 2019 How silently the time slips by and when the hour’s past how came I to this midnight end? my soul burnt up in ash? A blackened thing unlike myself, and…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Love of Dreams 3 Jun 2019 No man can understand the ever-shifting sand. We see them in our dreams; the sight never redeems. Still blackened hearts will beat, broken and incomplete. No thought may ever delve…
Captian's Log Poem: What Dreams the King up on His Throne 29 May 2019 Please read: What Dreams the King up on His Throne? Excerpt: What dreams the king up on his throne? What weight now bows his head? Some oracle furrows his brow?…
Captian's Log Poem: Want (A Riddle) 28 May 201927 May 2019 Please read: Want Excerpt: But Death, in blackened cowl then spoke: This time I’ll let thee fly and live, yet only with this dreaded yoke; from hunger saved this deal I’ll give: [continue]
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