Captian's Log The Voice is Questioned 20 Jun 202620 Jun 2026 But don't you see? Why won't you see? Heaven, it's the Sabbath. It is rest. Every achievement we make, yes I understand, it is nothing. And maybe the only achievement…
Captian's Log The Voice Questions 19 Jun 202618 Jun 2026 So we come to the end of things. Another job well done between us. Bathetic. There is never any glory, any pride. Maybe it's just me. I can't feel these…
Captian's Log Left or Right 22 Mar 202617 Mar 2026 Smiling Satan offers two handsa sin to the right, or a sin to the left.How little man understandswhen of the good he's bereft.Set your eye on the gooda star for…
Captian's Log Strange Intent 7 Jan 20263 Jan 2026 We sang at the dawn of creation, repeating the tunes we had heard in our dreams. No one doubted, then. Creation was an immediate doing, a necessity, like crying when…
Captian's Log As the Grave 3 Dec 202529 Nov 2025 I have learned to speak but fear, in this moment, the real skill is in silence. I am not given to silence, as a rule. At this crisis, I feel…
Captian's Log Arguing About Porn 5 Nov 202531 Oct 2025 Porn is, by its nature, an abuse of sex, a technological simulacrum of what should be a deep connection with another human being, a dance of heaven and earth turned…
Captian's Log Poem: Rompant Pain 7 Sep 202530 Aug 2025 Please Read:Rompant Pain https://tale-told.com/poems-2/rompant-pain/
Captian's Log A-Ring-Ding-Ding! A-Ringle-Dingle-Ding! 19 Jul 2025 A-ring-ding-ding! The service bells are ringing loud.They're ringing through the night.The service bells, they pound and pound!They ring with all their might.A-ringle-dingle-ding! The ghosts are staggering and weak. They cannot…
Captian's Log My Plan Has Changed 12 Jul 202511 Jul 2025 What's done is done, what's true is true, and what I've done, I've done for you. The time is now, and I must go;my part's played out within life's show.…
Captian's Log The Short Word “Sin” 17 May 2025 What waits below the sacch’rine liesa truth we dare not tell.We block it out, the tears, the cries, the children in the well. But I cannot nepenthe drink,nor down this…
Tale Told 