Dark / Gothic
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It’s a little rambling and definitely a little dark, but I chalk it all up to being exposed to Lovecraft, Howard, Derleth and their ilk at an impressionable age. Whatever may be the explanation…. Enjoy! On Hubris I’d not believe had I not seen, The thing with my own eyes. Collapsed, my knees gone…
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ON GREED Oh once upon a time a King, Sat on a Royal Throne. While at his feet a Royal hound, Gnawed on a Royal bone. The bone belonged, or so it seemed, To the late former King. To normal folk, it’s murder clear, To them a different thing. Now heavy weighs the…
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So… it’s April 1st once again and the kick off of National Poetry Month which means the start of the annual poetry writing challenge. The last time I tried this, things came up and I failed to meet my target of one poem per day for the full month. But here we are again and…
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Morality For The Lost A demon danced in dead man’s shoes, His face turned to the rain. An angel raged on through the night, Adrift on seas of pain. A babe new born an orphan lost, Alone and powerless. A demon too far gone to curse, The angel cannot bless. The babe, a child, grows…
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To Know The Truth Another day has come and gone, Dusk spreads hen gentle cloak, The fog rolls in across the bay, Like slowly drifting smoke. All sound is muffled faint and far, The world fades away. A streetlight’s just a distant glow, ‘Round which some damp moths play. In darkness dense and damp and…
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Not What They Thought Beneath a cloudy midnight sky, A deeper sort of dark. Upon the air a cop’pry scent, Drifts slowly ‘cross the park. Through thinning clouds a wat’ry light, Sifts faintly through the trees. A shout, a shot, a bestial shape, Now topples to it’s knees. Not far away in these same woods,…
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The Lies Myself Tells Me I fear the time has come I said, As I sat there alone. I found that I agreed with me, Been too long on my own. I used to argue with myself, Don’t bother any more. The fact is I’ve learned to my grief, I am a dreadful bore. But…
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When I was a kid, my brother Jack spent countless hours winding me up with ghost stories. He took a perverse delight in terrifying me. We had no hydro or TV and the nearest neighbor was miles away. I guess I was his entertainment. He had a knack for turning the most mundane thing into…
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Reading some Poe earlier lent tonights verse a more macabre air. Infidelity, vengeance and remorse…. Enjoy! Ghost of a Romance You come to me, you cling to me, You beg what I can’t give. You shade, you fade, oh spectre rude, I can’t help you to live. You shriek, beseech, and weep at me, You…
Brain Bits To Go 