Monday, September 22, 2025

Constant yet impermanent

The waves were powerful, rhythmic and constant
Every moment specific, intentional, with purpose
With no single master present to send and retrieve
Tides possessed zero specific thoughts or feelings
But every day, they repeat their actions, dutifully 
As if formed with reason, rather than by accident


Sunday, September 21, 2025

A Sending of Knights

We five rode outside our kingdom, looking
Having been sent upon a journey, to retrieve 
A King's daughter, restless, silently suffered
Her mind and imagination were boundless 
The time on the trail was made very difficult 
The people asked were helpless, not knowing
The knights assigned to me were each weary
We'd been sent with fanfare and much hope
We'd keep questing for our king was worthy
His word law and heart beyond challenge
Our hope to find his daughter was to endure
Sooner or later, his noble heart would break
The world was large in size, beyond measure
But couldn't measure will to move distances
Five knights trying to find one single person
As we returned to our King, a state of defeat
Who we saw standing next to the great King
It was the target of our quest, the daughter
He was smiling and crying, moments of joy
Years upon the quest did not leave us silent
We cried, in the end, this quest was solved
And no one had to die or be wounded

Saturday, September 20, 2025

The Chase

Across a wasteland, gatherings of creatures fled
Fearing an unknown force with eyes bloody red
Without knowing why, creatures would growl 
Wherever the force was felt, gatherings howled
On flat land planes, tall grasses, or mountains
Creatures knew that force, chases until death
And it did, when it hungered, it would again
Something mysterious lingers in the dark
In the shadows that cannot be diminished
How it too must suffer, for such a hunger


Friday, September 19, 2025

Beneath Black Flags, Upon Red Seas

The sun set, turned waters into a red horizon
Looking into the dying sun, black ships rose
The winds resulted in the full sails and fears
All looked upon the black ship as a leviathan
Understanding the pirates offered no quarter
No escape, the image presented red waters
As black ships and the crews slaughtered
Gathering loot, slaves, under a black flag


Thursday, September 18, 2025

Joy is found in the Innocence of Youth


The sound of children shouting, joyously, fulfilled
Nothing this world can replicate, freedom to smile
What can we can do, to try and replace the feeling
As adults, dreams grow, may we find joy distilled
By the end of our adult life we each have a funeral
We will already become separated from our flesh
Witnessing tears, hearing the songs in spirit form
And now we understand at last, our heart's home
Is to live without fear, to cling to our innocence
Going from child to adult, keeping our hearts
As Innocent as we are able

“I have drunken deep of joy,
And I will taste no other wine tonight.”
                               Percy Bysshe Shelley

Wednesday, September 17, 2025

Seek Forever

My eyes are closed, but I'm not blind
I have purpose and vision and a mind
Never surrender a will for an easier life
Search your soul in every passing day
For a goal to seek in existence's wave
This is your life, you've just one today
Never surrender, live for forever
Find the path before you
With a spirit untamed


Tuesday, September 16, 2025

The Waiting

Measured by standards of perfection, by a disease
I didn't know what I was doing, not wanted to see
I'd already tasted of venom, of humanity's history
People without empathy, starving the rest for gain
This world has no sibling, we are forced to remain
Seeking a new life is impossible, so I try to endure
I know that I am a waste, others get by with allure
I've nothing, and nothing wants me, so I just wait
Sooner or later I'll sleep or find my self awakened
Then respond to the calling, by breathing or not


Monday, September 15, 2025

Our greatest trait is killing

In another day, our efforts might have been worth much more
But in this emptied era, all our anger brings the greater harvest
As we stand and watch, and the machine mind counts the cost
Our labors seen as wanting, we're trained for bestial conquest
For our greatest abilities, our life long goal, war leaves us lost
Do we abandon our society as we try to escape our proclivities
Our greatest ability is to kill, destroy, entertain our worst ways
If we do not change, we'll fall, our own species soon extinct


Sunday, September 14, 2025

With a breath

As I stared out suddenly with no breath
I couldn't think, deceive or hope
I was dead to this world, for so long
My dreams had all turned gray in color
Thinking, trying, my hope was gone
With love turned cold, flesh vulgar
The days grow shorter, time fades
I've so little comfort, I'm in a daze
With all my world alive, but for me
It is about time I claim my history
Rather than dissolve for all time
Let it free from fate, not be fazed
Find love, find dreams
With eternity embrace
Now and forever
I will finally be
Ready to live
Again
To inhale again
At last
Exhale and revel
Celebrate because life is
We are emptied souls without it


Saturday, September 13, 2025

The Hive turned Metro

The great hive is active, filled with busy drones
And chasing production from morning to night
Walking, lifting, building dreams for the state
Some units are lost to accidents or exhaustion
Loss is regrettable and is organic metal units
As security agents many even have wings 
But without a mother pack they'll not fly
Units are made sturdy, swift, dangerous, 
Keeping out all alien intruders away 
A hive will collapse, a queen will die
Endure or thrive, focus on the many
Not for the one, success requires all
Hives grow to be organic life forms
Life is symbiotic with clockworks
Life but not by DNA, existence
Built  as practical and beautiful
From a distance the buildings
Look as tall skyscrapers 
Or might seem as titans
All seem beautiful
Each has purpose
 From a design
 From need




Friday, September 12, 2025

I dreamt of flying

Dreaming an event didn't yet achieved it
Wanting doesn't mean that I now possess it
Preventing forward progress, having no hope
With love I could achieve dreams, I believe
I know that there's no value in one's greed
On a path to a summit, followed by crows
Hear the call, keep climbing, reach the peak 
When you reach, notice the corpses frozen
All fell before they achieved their deed
Then appreciate all of your efforts taken
Find a central path, don't be mistaken
You need to find a way to rise above
Life's costs demand it from you
You can do it, that is the truth
Life is surely not easy
 That's nothing new
But I can do it
I will do it

Thursday, September 11, 2025

Collapse

Yesterday, a sun burned hot but only for so long
Bright light but cool breeze of when Autumn calls
A world has its own clock, it doesn't pick favorites
When Autumn goes, the sun is mild and snow falls
No time better than now to say, oh how I am cold
As a dying sun fades, as dreams come, fate befalls
Our shelter shifts, a foundation is in full collapse
Nothing's lasts, except things we can't measure
Nothing ever remains the same, but the eternal
We are made of flesh, not of stars and stuff
Time never acts for us, as does for others


Wednesday, September 10, 2025

Year without Summer

A solar flare caused breakdown of society, panic
Human fear was the toll, death was common
As cities lost the ability to function in cold regions
Unrest and selfish hunger slaughtered humans
From all social strata, from all people groups
Lack of food, famine, caused by lack of summer
Social order lost, violent, confused, wide spread
Food was more valuable than gold, due one event
The world now example of year missing summer
Today few people have an idea of the disaster
But the sun remains alive, to do greater damage
Changes happened, the damage felt immediately
Some brave acted, but nothing could be done
The damage was there, no way to repair it
Never ignore the sun's power to destroy
If able try to prepare for such a day
Don't assume survival is inevitable


"A winter without storms, a spring without mildness,
and a summer without heat" Procopius of Caesarea

The poem and information are fiction. I used an 
aftermath of a volcanic explosion that led to a 
year without summer than a massive solar flare. 
                                         Year without summer


Tuesday, September 9, 2025

To Love

To love the unlovable, will require grace and mercy
To love me, the unworthy, requires more than faith
I am a being composed of flesh, very little divine
My heart struggles with a pain, as if by a design
I may deep despair before I enter the darkness
I will rise, grace carries me through the tests
I will remember, while up the stairs I climb
Thankful for a fresh page to sign


Monday, September 8, 2025

Lost in an empty land, surrounded by Archers

They chased our unit down a dust covered road
Desperate to somehow breathe, open my mouth
Sweat and dust created a veneer, with caked dirt
Few paths one might use whichever one is taken
We moved swiftly to begin but we're exhausted
Ancient scribes told of an army, lost and dying
No one knew enough to go seek and find them
No one knew where they'd went or came from
Now surrounded, on foot, and by horse archers
Knowing once we'd read this, a final chapter

Sunday, September 7, 2025

The Final Day

In a selfish humanity we are jealous, filled with ire, we'll break
All disasters are made by man, storms, pleasure by violence
We question our purpose, when the generations are set adrift
Don't stare too long into the sun, burnt eyes see oblivion
Absolute blank, yet black ink in the darkest of colors
Nothing remains pestilence, war, famine and death
Born to hold back the surging tide at the gates
While our spirits flee, nothing remains of flesh

Saturday, September 6, 2025

Escaping Hades

Raising my arm, trying to be rescued from the fire
A lake in a dark cave, molten in flame and the ire
Heard someone call my name, no more felt blame
Bending on a knee, to reach their hand out to me
Unaware of damage I caused, of windmills fought
Now watching fires rise above a charred unloved
Where hubris burns, where hate is served to dine
Heroes came to the night realm save those in fire
An act of love had freed me, I was shown mercy
I thought it could not be, my wisdom has grown
I try to repay the gift, but how priceless is grace?
How priceless, a new start, or joy of a new heart


Friday, September 5, 2025

Before modern eyes

With thanks to the gods of the sky 
A hunter's obsidian bladed dagger
Was used to began to skin the hide
Their family as one gathered food
All labored, all worked in the tribe
As hunters prepared a next harvest
No one had a choice of work to do
All worked to live, or turn to dust
No group voice, they didn't decide
But to demands of life without law
Or by a cause born by for the tribe
And as a unit they worked to live


Thursday, September 4, 2025

Round room, with padded corners

Walking through the madness 
                                                 I 
                                                   Am 
                                                       Lost
                              In the rhythms of life
Disassembled, panic strewn with fear
                As my mind cannot focus due to pain
Lack of order, amidst the chaos
Until they bring the next meds to take
To quiet my mind
My room has no corners 
                 The walls are padded
Every edge is covered in white
Cushioned so I don't injure myself
The time to worry over that
For my safety or for others
Is beyond recall
                 My insanity remains
Sedated by meds
I suffer wounds
I'll not rise again
After my last fall destroyed me
I can't bear it
I've no perseverance
Only pain
I can't explain my current state
A mix of anger and sorrow
With side effects
Of anxiety
And exhaustion 

Wednesday, September 3, 2025

Your love Healed me

You had healed me and my heart in what you said
It was totally unconditional and non transactional
A soul restored by your words, reaching my heart
I was willing to die, now I've no desire to be dead
Finding joy in having hope, the summit is passable
Still I'm waiting for your return and there are scars
For love in the distance can feel magical, but hard
A love left to linger, if silenced, leaves only pain
Quench my thirst, please call my name
Again and again


Tuesday, September 2, 2025

The Last Stand

Around us, the villages burn after war
And every battle has ended in failure
My armor is ruined, body has wounds
To save a realm under golden banner
But I can't surrender, I cannot give in
Trained for battle until it is concluded
To live or die, there is only one savior
I serve him, that no others shall fall

Monday, September 1, 2025

One Called To His Service

 Upon April 30, 2025 a great moment came 
As a portent of the hero's arrival on Earth
Called to serve and to make a difference
For as a Marvel he'd made an appearance
The greatest potential, bright, with honor
He appeared on our silent planet of Earth
 Where we'd received a mass deliverance
For he was sent by God, indeed a marvel
His mother volunteered to be his light
Marvel was to be blessed and baptized
His life thereafter would correspond
With the call of God to serve and lead
The bright trail of leadership followed
A future composed of honor, and hope
The world didn't deserve his presence
With holy water, and prayers, he arrived
God sealed his calling as a warrior 
His armor was special, chosen for him
A breastplate of armor as righteousness
His shield composed of faith within
His helmet was forged of salvation
Beneath a belt of truth his way prepared
Unlike others on earth, bound in flesh
Sealed with the most holy of water
Called to his quest, carrying a banner 
Bearing the call of the highest King


"You once spoke in a vision; to Your godly ones You said, 'I have 
bestowed help on a warrior; I have exalted one chosen from the 
people'"   
Psalm 89:19