Infelix Lignum
Impaléd thrice doth blood flow. ‘For man which doth cause all woe!’
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Slumber
…to leave reality
and sty to fantasy
Oh the bliss of slumber
‘tis jovial wonder!
But a Worm
Who am I to thee draw nigh?
and who am I that thou wouldst die?
Guilt
What have mine hands wrought? Light away and darkness brought? Am I become mad? Alack, mine hands are red clad?
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Read MoreL’insomnie
The dreamless state be a mighty foe. /
O good Lord do grant it a great below; /
Send forth thy ministers of fierce flame /
Overhaste
Impatience is a poison. /
‘Tis a cloud that covers wit. /
It converts sense to chaos /
And teareth cool temp’rance down.
My Beloved
There is a woman in a distant land, Far in the forests of Acadia, Who possesseth both beauty and wisdom. The locks of her hair are fabulous flames
Read MoreThe Solitude of Night
O the silence was loud, nay, blaring /
Whereupon every sound thereafter /
could only be likened to thunder /
Alack the torture of frozen time! /
and the ardent boredom of black night!
The Onfighting
My heart was hell, a deepening abyss. My soul, wrapped in chains, unable to find peace. I staggered along with fellow students on the way to morning chapel. This stroll was familiar as it was required of us each weekday morning. It was a bright sunny day in Southern California and my whole being throbbed with woe.
NO! It can’t be true!
An Alphabetic Acrostic
Abba Father, what am I that thou wouldst knowledge me?
Behold, I am iniquitous and unclean!
Cleanse me and clean me within!
The Plight of Man
Sin is a seductive shadow;
the damning dark that dwells within.
It keenly kills all kinds of man.
All folk are formed in its fury…
Summer Sun
Summer sun does shine sheenly
Raising rays radiant rich
Leaves live and grow with glory
Calid colours crowd our land…
Lost Children
Falls my heart in th’ocean black!
My knees drop and I do lament!
A life was born and now ‘tis dead—
Nay! Not just one but twain are dead!
Night is Day
Night is day and day is night;
My mind is frayed and in fright!
Motions move and swirl inside;
Bubbling thoughts do ne’er subside…
Verdant Blades
Thrill I feel in my steps;
I joy in my wand’rings.
Staff in hand, I’ll through land—
roaming as I desire…
Manifest Malfunction
Truly our world is broken—
Everywhere the cracks are seen!
All places have their token—
Everywhere there’s a black mien!
La Grêle
Look! O Look, lad! The land doth die!
Dark is come and has swept the sky!
Frost falls and the flowers do fade.
Cumbrous clouds cover us with shade…
Rêves Oubliés
Past pictures pilfer my time
mesmerous maze of ages
lost in moments mortified
dreaded dreams and long lost joys…
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