Hunter and Prey

HUNTER AND PREY
Bones and stones and raggedy moans
What lurks in the gloom
Beyond this ghoulish room
Contentious, shadowy soft?
It hovers nearer, ever clearer.
Breath and death past the river Lethe
Where memories move from the mind,
Morph into animals,
Dwarf-like cannibals,
Prowling the woods of a long ago realm.
What becomes of forgotten hurts,
Lusts and musts and things that thrust
Into hearts and brains where primal things reign?
Emperors in ivory towers, babbling
Senseless soliloquies
Hymns to defunct deities
Odes to quaint oddities
Dirty knees . . . look at these,
There, where lost cares and dares
Play hunter and prey amongst
The bone-fingered weeds.

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Midnight Dew

MIDNIGHT DEW

The eyes across the room from me

do not behold monstrosities

that some men make, so they are fake;

they reek of this reality.

The lips of that man over there

do not speak false, though neither fair,

and while they smile, they don’t beguile

one who's watchful of their snare.

That face that holds such beauty true

does with a glance enrapture you,

yet do not play your delicate days

dipping your heads in midnight dew.

If in the morning wakes the sun

whilst you had only dreaming done,

you’ll miss your chance, and circumstance

will make your end 'ere it's begun.

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Thoughtlessness

THOUGHTLESSNESS

I do not mean to be poetic

For my thoughts are quite pathetic,

Almost like a diuretic

Must be soon administered.

I cannot quite now comprehend

The reasons for my wiry pen

To scrawl these words to no real end;

It is possessed—how sinister!

Is there a way to really stop

This writing, as from me it drops?

If I don’t quit, my brain will pop!

And that would prove a nasty mess.

I must insist on going to bed

In order to rest up my head.

(What dreams I’ll find, I rather dread.)

Oh, bother states of thoughtlessness!

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Rumor

 RUMOR

It was started by an

Invisible moment

A catch in the

Inevitable threads of time

Weaseled its way through

Walls of words

Forecasts of fractured conversations

A morass of teenage whisper

To return to the ear

Of the original

Mutated beyond recognition.

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Photograph

PHOTOGRAPH
Perhaps caught in shades,

Footfalls soft in the gray,

You wander.

Forever secluded in a

Photograph.

Movements unkind,

Legend circulating.

Held in the living's hand

For a swift moment of contemplation.

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Paintball

PAINTBALL

Paintball, 

Indigo walls, 

Velvet hands were part of it,

Most of it.

The clasp clicked,

Closed on a sin,

Though you wanted it then,

Knowing, you waited while

It touched

Some chord within.

Recrimination went

Unanswered,

Mouthed in a dark hole

The size of that

One knot in the brain

That like a self-inflicted cut crusting over

Circumstantially,

Coincidentally

Will never work itself out.

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Ghoulish Nights

GHOULISH NIGHTS
The conscience consciously supplies

A satisfactory reply

Beneath the moon

In dreams of June

The helpless, hopeless, lover sighs

And in some torrid, secret place

A horrid, meek excuse migrates

Takes over there

Subsists to dare

Implores one to commence the chase

So back again in backward ways

The skeletons of yesterdays

On ghoulish nights

Dark whims indict

While round the rose our shadows play

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The Four Horses

THE FOUR HORSES

GREEN

The Earth beneath is set to tremble,

Saturated with the rot

Of centuries of misled judgments,

Willful choices, wasted lots.

And kicking up clods of decay

With hooves that slice through curling fog,

The Horse of Green comes galloping,

As pale as lichen on dead logs.

He brings with him still apprehension,

Worry of what is to come,

Yet never far behind his trail

The giants of new beginning drum.

BLACK

Smoke hovers above the ashes,

Blackening the desolate fields.

The eyes of emptiness look down

While echoes of deep dirges peal.

For above the shadowed land

A creature dark as witching night

Stands still as solid, shining stone,

His heavy head mourning the blight.

He paws the dirt in broken tribute

Sensing each forsaken life.

Although he may dismay at such,

The Horse of Black brings only strife.
 

RED

Blades of grass caught in red current

Brace themselves for fallen men.

The fiercest battlefields of warring

Are the purge of human sin.

From amidst the clash of iron

Steps a beast with flanks of steel.

His powerful stride and glowing eyes

Reflect the fiery furnace wheel

More savage than a warrior’s cry

More burning than a searing torch,

The Horse of Red, a darkling flame,

Has fire enough to all lands scorch.

WHITE

Mist hangs low on snowy mountains;

Silence settles peacefully.

A moment surfaces in which

The land rests in tranquillity.

Then echoes sound between the cliffs,

And flakes of ice rise into air.

Cold gives way to golden fields,

Rich green forest, mended cares.

Coming fast in flowing glory

Galloping engulfed in light,

He brings with him the news of triumph –

He that is the Horse of White.

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