Dust And Ash

And like trouble, when one comes along, another is soon behind it. I hope you can clearly see the inspiration to this.

’tis no secret more,
In depth of wicked evil,
That harms the soul as such
A tale told without a tongue.
For such an act of
Treacherous stain,
In all its hellish glory
Does nought but tell the story
Of thy truth.
And O, such a truth;
In all my days, a love as such
So heavenly gifted, and yet,
Reveals itself to be nought but
Dust and ash, dust. And ash.

Blue Day

Well, it’s been FAR too long since my last post. A combination of missing muse, no time, and no energy has made it very hard to write. I’ve finally managed to create something new. I hope you like it.

Now nought but dreams
Where once you lay,
A shadowed form revealed in
Sheets that greet me
At the end of day.

Five summers now
Have cast their glow,
Since future closed to all my
Dreams and dammed the
Joy in life’s sweet flow.

In dust and shade
I see your steps,
To follow through our once proud
Home and find the
Box where treasure kept.

For me no more
A life with you,
Such time we shared is all that’s
Left to soothe me
When the day turns blue.

A Dog Named Bob

I wrote this for the Daily Prompt – although so far it’s not displayed!:
“You have 20 minutes to write a post that includes the words mailbox, bluejay, plate, syrup, and ink. And one more detail… the story must include a dog named Bob” I hope you like it. (It took me 15 minutes!)

The mailbox called with empty mouth,
No letters seen within,
And mocking bluejay ‘pon the branch,
Did commence to sing.

I thought about my precious heart,
Served to you on a plate,
Where was the love that we once shared,
Where come from, all this hate?

Oh damn these tears, as syrup stick,
To lashes of my eyes,
I told myself I would not grieve,
Nor cry about your lies.

My mailbox then will have a use,
I’ll use my own dark ink,
And send to you a letter wrote,
With words to make you think.

You stole from me that which I loved,
My heart you chose to rob,
I feel alone and sweetly lost,
Just like a dog named Bob.

Voice

You can probably tell, this one was written more with the idea of “get something out there” than anything else. I’m kind of trying to ‘prime the pump’ – if I write something, maybe more will flow? Anyway, I hope you like this one, although truth be told it’s not my best. Thank you for reading.

’tis not for naught I rail against
The oft’ cruel dark and wicked
World, for single voice with firm resolve
Can bring the light abroad;

With strength of will I stand opposed
To every arrow fate can
Send, not bowing to the storm that tests
Nor wind with anger roars;

If not my damaged soul repents
And begs for one redeeming
Chance, what further hope could any have
Amongst the damned and flawed;

So with a shout I lift my voice
And call to arms my fellow
Man, we join as one against the dark
And bring the light abroad.

Hearts Truth

It’s been a while since I managed to create something new, but finally, my muse had helped me birth the following. I hope you like it.

A memory of a memory,
A ghost of faded ghost.
The missing truth of hidden love,
To which my heart plays host.

A fantasy in a fantasy,
A dream within a dream.
The painful truth of stolen love,
In heart no longer seen.

The mystery of a mystery,
The cause of such a cause.
A sudden truth of opened love,
That gives a heart to pause.

Such honesty in honesty,
A tale within a tale.
A welcome truth of new found love,
To which my heart sets sail.

The Moon Alone Bore Witness

This is a bit of a dark one, but I hope you like it nonetheless.

The leaves were dry and formed a crust,
Each footstep broke the peace.
Her muffled screams from ‘neath my hand
Were drowned in noise at least.
And as we reached the clearing dark,
The moon alone bore witness.

Her eyes betrayed the fear she felt,
True feelings kept beneath.
In supplication begging me
‘pon hand and bended knee.
But as my resolution held,
The moon alone bore witness.

I cast about for prying eyes,
For reason so to cease.
But night was still and we alone
My wanton need increased.
And as my hands took up their deed,
The moon alone bore witness.

The captured soul from in the breast,
Makes not a sound released.
But at the point of life removed
My cry was as a beast.
And as her final light was dimmed,
The moon alone bore witness.

I left the body ‘neath the stars,
Laying now in peace.
Once more my sickness had been quelled
My inner blackness eased.
And throughout all my evils deeds,
The moon alone bore witness.

Victims

This one was a bit of a struggle to get out. And although I’m not 100% happy with it, it’s good enough to publish. I hope you like it.

A candle glows in empty hall,
It’s light a single star;
Defeating dark with brave aflame,
It curses night, sends fear to shame,
Calls victims one and all.

A single voice above the throng,
Clear as crystal bell;
Rejoicing in its echoed tone,
It cries allowed, sends angels home,
Calls victims to be strong.

A single word set hard in stone,
Unfading now with time;
A strong command by which to live,
With no recourse, no lie to give,
Calls victims to atone.

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