A Poetic Journey Continues

a group of poems

A Poetic Journey Continues

 

a dying ember

flames burn hot

but not when frozen

leaves turn brown

they rot on winter’s frost

with subterfuge and lies

love dies

on crippled

vines

 

When Demons Dream {A non-sensical conjuring}

(A sestina variation in tanka form)

 

are you a robot

or disguised as demon

do you really dream

about humanity’s end

and the death of our god

can you do this with magic

 

whimsical magic

imps fae pixies and robots

not condoned by God

but encouraged by demons

beginnings lead to an end

and endings start a new dream

 

is hell a bad dream

conjured by chaos magic

without a good end

programmed by wizard robots

where angels embrace demons

giving notice to their god

 

in the name of god

do we again start this dream

to caste out demons

as well as all things magic

we also curse all robots

an apocalyptic end

 

when does it all end

according to desert god

death to all robots

are not a part of the dream

and the wonder of magic

came from him and the demons

 

horned and winged demons

prepare for times sudden end

and the death of magic

brought on by an angry god

whose nightmare is our dream

held together by robots

 

all demons hate god

good dreams come to a bad end

magic voids robots

 

 

Beyond the Horizon

 

frozen sunsets

pastel memories

 

once upon a time

I was the dragon

and you the unicorn

Paint blots on a dirty canvass (language warning)

 

There is a cat pissing on my pants,

cockroaches are like people; they s**t on each other.

 

An addled mind stirs the pot when hot,

politicians folic in the mud like pigs in heat.

 

Dumpster diving an Olympic sport,

mobsters and idiots are media superstars.

 

Monkeys go ape over bananas,

nurturing Ignorance is a sure path to power.

 

 

 

 

Retribution

 

Explosion

 

hands burning

melting

 

Fire in the Hole

 

shattered slivers

hot metal

imbedded

putrefied flesh

 

Pandemonium

 

festering wounds

only the dead speak truth

there are no victims in the devil’s playground

only fools and hypocrites.

 

Apostasy

 

sins of the world

lie upon shoulders

that are too weak to bear

its burden.

 

Judgement

 

Momma

Forgive me not

 

 

Spectral

 

Ghost

phantom

poltergeist

apparitions

non-materiel

entity’s that walk alone

roaming about from haunt to haunt

wandering aimlessly forever

repeating mistakes over and over

again

again

and

again

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

let it rip