Death is no fun.  Who thought that thisWould be a good idea?I fear that there is much amiss,And lacking panacea.One moment, all the world is bright.The next, it all goes black.I guess it’s time to say goodnightBefore the next attack.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while playing Valheim (2024).

Swiftly through the woods I runJust as the morning has begun.Swiftly I construct my homeThis afternoon, no more to roam.Swiftly I write poetry,Impromptu creativity,Then swiftly sneak off to my bedBefore the woods return instead.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while playing Valheim (2024).

Reborn, almost, after these days below,Eyes opening to things I’ll never know…            Surrounded by a forest and            A challenge to survive,            I take the future in my hand…            And thus, begin to thrive.For sweat and blood, this land will much bestow.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Calling Atlantis – Hauntingly Beautiful […]

No chance to catch my breath, it seems,As every taste of air is stale.It looks as though each zephyr teemsWith flavor, but to no avail.I made a few attempts to fillMy lungs with warm, familiar life.Instead, for now, I lose the willTo try, and back off from more strife.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written […]

I’m surfacing, if just to seeWhat changes have occurred to me.So deep below, so quick to fleeThis brilliant modern light.A bit too tender to the touch,And those fluorescents can be muchTo bear.  I think I’ll head back…  suchIs what I need this night.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to 1 Hour Chillstep […]

Now passing under, deeper still.Not due to strength or iron will,But sinking slowly, drifting down;Beneath the dark and sick I drown.There is, of course, a light and hope,As towards tomorrow’s dawn I grope.I will arise (at least I pray)To greet a better-feeling day.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to A New Beginning:  […]

So where is under anyway?I find myself unwell today,And wondering how long I’ll stayWithin this strange locale.I’m sure that I’m just passing throughThis under place.  What’s there to do?I’ll simply give myself a fewDays to improve morale.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Lyrical Fantasy Music for Inspiration, uploaded to YouTube in […]

I made a big decision, andI hope that it is right.It’s just that things are out of hand,And I don’t want to fight.I simply want to be at peace,With pleasure in my heart.Instead, I pray now for increaseIn strength to do my part.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Woodland Guardians 🌿 […]

In silence do we find a chanceTo think about the endless danceWe took part in throughout the day.No voices telling what to sayOr what to do, without a careFor how they land, nor when or where.In silence do we find our peace,And blessings in our own decrease.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening […]

My sweet Galena, cold and gray,Your leaden tongue has naught to say.Yet as you aim your glance my way,Your favor I implore.A touch of silver in your hair—Argentiferous, to be fair—Quite lovely, as I do declareYou are my favorite ore.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to SAMA | Deep Arabic Meditation Music, […]