Leading Up to the New Book – 30 Poems in 30 Days – 3 Poem Weekend Catch Up

I’m gearing up for the next release in my series of poetry by doing another 30 in 30. If you haven’t, check out the first installment, The Voices In My Head, on Amazon. The next installment will be out on October 26th, my birthday!

Flames

Devil’s tongues
Blue, orange, yellow
Flicking upward
Tasting their work

Cracks of splintering wood
Herald the end of a lost time
A chorus of goodbyes
Burying the past where it belongs

I set fire to yesterday

Drums

The beat grows
Crescendos
With the rising sun

Echoed by the trudging of boots
Across barren fields
Sodden with the night’s rain

The thunder rolls
Ever louder
Ever angrier

They hold their breath
As the tide flows over the hill
Blocking out the sun

Gravestones

They stretch as far as you can see
Soldiers watching unseen gates
Guarding empty cities
Full of hollow hopes and withered wishes

Slaves whipped night and day
By an unforgiving and never ending wind
Hungry for cries of pain
From children and widows left alone

Leading Up to the New Book – 30 Poems in 30 Days – The Trees

I’m gearing up for the next release in my series of poetry by doing another 30 in 30. If you haven’t, check out the first installment, The Voices In My Head, on Amazon. The next installment will be out on October 26th, my birthday!

The Trees

Dancing silhouettes
Baked onto the twilight skies
By the howling moon
Branching shadows across the stars

Tendrils spider webbing
Into the booming silent night
Steadfastly swaying
In the wildly whipping winds

Each flash of lightning
Revealing specters hiding
Among the blossoms
Smiling widely back

Through the cracked window

Leading Up to the New Book – 30 Poems in 30 Days – Skepticism

I’m gearing up for the next release in my series of poetry by doing another 30 in 30. If you haven’t, check out the first installment, The Voices In My Head, on Amazon. The next installment will be out on October 26th, my birthday!

Skepticism

Believing is tricky
It isn’t something you can think yourself
Into doing
No matter how much you believe
Or think
You can

It’s elusive
Slippery like an eel
Wet as the cold dew
On a lonely leaf bobbing
In the breeze

But for some
Oh yes, for those lucky some
It’s like a viper
With its fangs
Deep in their necks

Slowly seeping its venom
Into every inch
Every weak solitary inch
Of their rotting
Bodies

So they walk along
Shambling around
Grotesque and decaying
Dying without knowing
Falling without feeling

All because they believe
They choose the viper
Thirst for the poison
Addicts of the bliss
Found only in their lies

I sit here
Bathing in the pale
Grey sunlight
Looking down on them
From my tower of bone

 

Leading Up to the New Book – 30 Poems in 30 Days – This Isn’t Us

I’m gearing up for the next release in my series of poetry by doing another 30 in 30. If you haven’t, check out the first installment, The Voices In My Head, on Amazon. The next installment will be out on October 26th, my birthday!

This Isn’t Us

Claws razor sharp
Fully extended
Rending flesh from bone

Shrill roars echoing
Under silent stars
Unforgivable things said

Tears like rivers
Burn tracks down hot cheeks
Running red with anger

We are mirrors
Showing each other
Our real selves

Even as we insist
That this isn’t us

Leading Up to the New Book – 30 Poems in 30 Days – Shaking

I’m gearing up for the next release in my series of poetry by doing another 30 in 30. If you haven’t, check out the first installment, The Voices In My Head, on Amazon. The next installment will be out on October 26th, my birthday!

Shaking

I am trembling
Caught up over there
In things that have
Yet to become

I am shivering
Thinking thoughts
Of time long
Gone by

Thunder hums
In the back
Of my mind

Lightning buzzes
Right in front
Of my eyes

Every hand
Is a hungry claw

Every word
Is a charming snake

I am gone
Lost in the edges
Of light and shadow

I am running
Running
Through mine fields

Of my own creation

 

30 Poems in 30 Days #23, 24, 25, 26, 27 – Catching Up

Tired

You know that feeling?
Of chains?
Shackles of cold steels
Around your ankles, wrists

Knowing that you put them there
That you welcomed their embrace
Is the greatest tragedy

Losing Grip

Reality is fickle
The air wavers
With slightest heat
Temptations rising
Into the beckoning sun

People stare as they roast
In the daylight
Beneath dying stars
Fists clench
Sparks fly

Thunderstruck

It’s a strange word, no?
How can you be struck by thunder
Yet
For those of us who have felt it’s warmth
There is no return

Lover’s Quarrel

No screaming
Nothing broken but feelings and hearts
No cursing
Nothing said but the most biting words

There is no greater responsibility
Than knowledge of someone else
No greater fragility
Than another’s heart in your hands

Engulfed in your own heat
The temptation to squeeze
To crush
Is almost irresistible

Be warned
Against yourself
Be wary
Of your own demons

The Sands

Mesmerizing
They shift ceaselessly
Under balmy winds
Hiding entire worlds
Beneath their ever changing faces

Scorpions of history
Lurk in the depths
Ready to strike
At unwary travelers

Be not afraid
Of what you do not know
For the sands
Eventually make all into the unknown

You too
Shall one day be buried
Under the weight
Of feather light grains