Category: Poetry

Leprechaun

Lord of Leprechaun Lost
Hidin – dismal drizzle dark
Chilling cooly cast
Within you’re Dwarven Devil mask

Sell a soul – full O’holes
For a crock – full O’gold
And whence upon whim – he’s at end
He’ll steal you’re soul swift
And the Devil he’ll send

Lord of the Weeds

Vast – Empty
Sky wide and lost
An ancient lakebed sleeps

Ghostly clouds wane and hide
Flattened – clay cooled night
This strange field of fright

The Lord of the Weeds
Wanders The Night Rule
With seeds and breeze
And dreams
And gleam

Shirtless and perfect
Tanned goat man
Running
Shunning
Smiling this dying
And wiping this crying

Chasing maidens through blades and hollow
While moon light glides bright
Filling my sky with forbaden
Luminous glow
Blue-black fright
And Skeleton white

This –
My ghostly glory
A haunting story

For in the hour of my power
Breeze blows
Thick witch – wet weeds

The sweet smell of hell
And deeds dark – drool
Winding wind – dusking this valley of sin

My words you heed
For I AM The Lord of The Weeds

Spring

The Birds in the Spring

Singing and Sound

Bringing me to Being

A Man from the Ground

Nothing else Feeling

More Man – from this Ground

Friend Fires

Wicked weather
Astral atmospheres
Feeding our breathing

Lonely
Haunted
Here

Wild
Weird
And wide

Like our vision
Like our hunger
Seething with craving

For color
And
Mother

Oceans
And
Emotions

Bright lights
And
Secret nights

We
Desire
Fire

Friends
And
Fires

Some smoulder
Some soar
With fervent heat (velvet hallucinations)

Some dead
Ashes a mound
Charcoal souls
Burnt thoughts

Come to my fire
And feed
Your deepest need

Dive

Dive deep
Darkest
Black

Depth
of
Death

Beyond
Breathing
Below

The
Lowest
Down

Never ending
Abyss
Abound

Dark
Down
Drown

Hunger
of
Hole

Shadow suck
Shadow prowl
Dragon growl

Charcoal soul
Midnight paint
Ink drink

Molten tar
Too deep
Too far

I fade
into
Shade

The Woodsman

Note: I wrote this for my Dad after he passed away from Cancer. He was an Outdoorsman…

This man explore Woodland
Runs Ravine
Rampant like Ravens
Ghosting over gully
Were-bear this wilderness

For fish flesh
For birds nest
For air fresh

This man Indian
Trapper
Settler
Pilgrim
And the Woodsman

He understand this land
The Sand
The Canyon
The Salmon
And the Manna

Tree branch hands
Sprawl and Span
All along Mountains ran
Covering and smothering
The gathering of brethren

Dusk grows ore’ corn husk
Shadows creep the sleep
It is time to eat
And Find some peace

Axe Sharp Shine
Black powder smolder
Eagle Eye
Sending arrow
Over sparrow
Into marrow

A proud one is fallen
Sending beast meat to my feet
The prize is one
The ritual of the horn has begun

Fire spires the mire
The camp is fortress
Covering his hovering
Flames force darkness darker
And the moon mares the night

I awake – unto sleep
Where dreamland
Runs rivers deep
And visions wind wild
Like a toy with child

I awake – unto day
Sun rises like God
Dew drenched grass – glistens green
And Ancient fields – breath out steam

Whether by day or by night
Waking or dream
This is life to me…

Halloween

It’s Halloween!
It’s Halloween!

Jack-O-Lantern teeth a gleam
Whizzle’d chiseled – witches ride
Through ghost steam
And moonbeam – dream

Blood shed
Tool shed
Cruel Tools
For – Psycho fuels

Apple
Caramel
Kill

Blood
Spill
Thrill

Hear the fiddle fierce
Your mind doth pierce
Faster and faster
Spin’s this disaster

Passing by the Ol’ steel mill
As spirits fill with necro-chills
And we hear hell – beneath
Where black-skinned devils – drill

And spirits of old
And haunted soul
Stole – hole
In your heart …

Swarm

“I have always held defeat close to me – so it would be no stranger when it came back home”

I desire to find the black coin
To hire the black army
To master misery
Upon my enemies

There’s nothing waiting
Nothing is here to take me
To that place
Which is resident – within me

So there’s nowhere to go
For I am there…
It needs to swallow something – which is hollow
Feed upon my last drop – of sorrow

I am here to play
My part in the game
A million souls…
With a million holes…

Swarming over another
Black ants feeding – upon rot
Humming horror – radiates
Smothering – activates

Seething – breathing
Insidious insecticide – tides
Android anarchy
Clone killers

Drone dark
Battery heart
Robotic idiocy – enslaved
By supernatural – secrecy

Realize once you are sentient of this – anarchy colony
You have accomplished nothing…

No power
No hope
No petition
No prayer
Go back home
Come full circle
To that which is resident – within you
Nothing

Activate programming
Loading – swarm

Haunt

I
Am
A ghost

The air
Still
Chills

I
Haunt
My lost – want

Floating
Hoping
My grey ghost – mind

Will
Finally
Find

This
Queer
Question

Make
Clear
My manifestation

Fly
Free
My maddened – imagination

Sun
Rises and
Falls

A
Million
Midnights

Moon
Whispers
To the sisters

Chilled
Sky
Ivory

Whispers
Wicked
Fantasy

Peoples
Passersby
Glide through my eyes

I’m sealed here
For a million years
For a million tears

Watching
Waiting
Anticipating

Still I muse
Within
Crazed confuse

Still I sigh
When did this path – I choose?
When did this soul – die?

I am
A man
Damned

Eternity
Of
Misery

Deep weeping
I shout
Who will at last blow – this candle out?