The World is Scary

The world is scary on its own,Without the help of man.And yet, we struck a different toneWhen Halloween began.We celebrated spooky things(And ate some candy too).But now I pray that evening bringsMore peace and calm to you.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Breakthrough | Instrumental Worship (2021), uploaded to YouTube by […]

In Transformation

In transformation, we becomeWhat we desire, then succumbTo the inflexible outcomeOf getting what we want.We were not made to have it allAt once.  We should not heed its call,Lest this abhorrent fate befallUs for the times we flaunt.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Juno Reactor’s The Golden Sun of the Great […]

Up and Run

Today has up and run away again;The time has come to take up page and pen,            And write some lines of poetry            To close another night            Before I leave reality            And turn off every light.Today was better than it could have been.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Medieval Halloween Music – […]

A Few Brief Lines

A few brief lines, and then I’m gone,No more this day to look upon.My mood is well, but I see dawnApproaching, with the sun.And so, I speed through poetry.The rhyme and verse, they come to me,Until these final lines I see,And know my job is done.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to […]

Scrape Each Moment Free

The days and weeks begin to blur.A bitter scalding I incur|If I do not the kettle stirAnd scrape each moment free. Stagnation is a poison pill.Not knowing which gives me a thrillOr two, I must admit, but stillThere is no guarantee. Too many voices in dissent.With every drop of venom spent,They simply wish to rage […]

Like the Sands of Arrakis

In case it wasn’t clear from last night’s poem, I finally sat down to watch the new Dune movie.  It seems to be a polarizing film, with fans (and critics) either loving it or hating it.  For the record, I am firmly in the loving it camp. I had to think about the film for […]

What Drives a Man

What drives a man to war or peace,To travel over landOr through the air?  They never cease,These wonders now at hand.What drives a man to stand againstThe one he once called friend?With final justice now dispensed,Their ways, he will defend.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Beautiful Fantasy Music – Desert Kingdom […]

Beneath the Sun

The politics that rule the sandAnd stars above this distant landMay bend with just a waving hand,Then strengthen like a fist.The journey of the promised oneIs long and hard.  It has begun,This battle fought beneath the sunBy those who still resist.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while watching Dune (2021) on HBO Max.

A Day of Rest

It seems distasteful to suggestThat I should work so hard todayOn this, a solemn day of rest,And then tomorrow write and play.But such is life in retail sales.And I will take what I can get,Until it’s time to tip the scalesIn favor of a new mindset.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to […]

The Lost Temple

The swamps and jungles have been knownAs places where true threats are born,Where ancient rulers lost their throneTo cloying mud and piercing thorn.Beneath the dark and stagnant mireLurk dreadful beasts and things most dire. Once massive built, all that remainsAre stones embraced by massive vine,A temple lost to time’s refrainsWhere bird and serpent intertwine.Beneath the […]