Samuel H. Ludke : Writing

Desperate measures

Desperate measures

A Poem by Samuel H. Ludke


Sitting here in the cold, I reflect on memories of old, I did what I had to to survive, I ate who was left to survive, Our horses froze, Our equ..
The final thoughts of the general

The final thoughts of the general

A Poem by Samuel H. Ludke


I fear to walk this path alone, I fear that I am not clean enough for the throne, I walk down the halls of my ancestors, The deeds of the past they..
Whipped and beaten

Whipped and beaten

A Poem by Samuel H. Ludke


Whipped and beaten, My clothes are moth eaten, The devil whips me into submission, I am on this Earth to fulfill my mission, The bloody rags on my..
Demons in my ear

Demons in my ear

A Poem by Samuel H. Ludke


Feeding on my fear, Is the demon whispering in my ear, Come with me to hell right now, Come with me I'll show you how, To rule the world, To be l..
At the guillotine

At the guillotine

A Poem by Samuel H. Ludke


I'm blinded, I thought I would be delighted, As I stand here ready to die, I know where my allegiances lie, As I lay before the guillotine, The c..
Eternal soldier

Eternal soldier

A Poem by Samuel H. Ludke


Eternal soldier sitting by the campfire eternal, Your sacrifice will always be remembered, We keep you in our thoughts and prayers, We keep you in ..
The monster under the bed

The monster under the bed

A Poem by Samuel H. Ludke


Sliding through that eternal door, I can't bear to watch the blood and gore, The creature struggles out of it's shell, Of this monster no one shall..
Losing the Will To Live

Losing the Will To Live

A Poem by Samuel H. Ludke


Twinkling in the skies above, I think I heard the heavenly dove, When last I saw you your breath was gone, I knew the Lord's work was done, In you..
Short Circuit

Short Circuit

A Poem by Samuel H. Ludke


I walk through this valley of simulation, I walk through my mind a barren emulation, I walk through life hoping to be satisfied, I walk through lif..
Molded and Shaped

Molded and Shaped

A Poem by Samuel H. Ludke


My blood runs cold, Its you I want to hold, When I think of you today, I'm glad you're here to stay, When I was formed and born, God took away th..