Sunday, June 19, 2011

Looking Out at the Sea After a Day's Work

Tread light around him
for his deed is done.
He has accomplished
what you required
and the race is almost run.

No blood money now,
payment from your hands,
will end his sorrow.
He will not flee,
nor be sent to foreign lands.

There is not a thing
you ever can do
to end your own guilt.
There are three now
who know the traitor is you.

First, yourself,
who ordered it all.

Next, the poor orphan boy,
who heeded your call.

Finally, your victim,
who suffered the fall.

Pity yourself, then,
and know death is sleep.
Do not worry now
or ever that
she may rise up from the deep.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

The Grind

We are all
of This Modern Age.

All our wonder
has been replaced
with technology rampant
and fleshly failures.

The Heavens fall,
not as we see
but spiritually.

We blunder
through the days
and find too little truth.

Fantasy is for
the bold,
who know what love is for.

Poetry is for
the brave,
who know what love is about.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

As You May Have Gathered...

This blog is suddenly and decidedly empty. Rest assured, there will be new content soon. All of the poems which were previously here have been pulled to be revised and compiled for inclusion in an ebook. More info on that soon.
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