It’s a long way home, when your home is a dream, and there seem to be no colours to the future. The rain falls around you, as the sun passes behind the moon and the clouds shift their shape into birds and trees. All we have in life is love, our soul, and memory. There … Continue reading Another Prologue

It’s a long way home, when your home is a dream, and there are no shapes to the future. The rain falls around you, the sun passes behind the distant moon, the clouds shift their shape into ghosts. All that is left are soulless memories. Pointless history of things gone bad. Before you is the … Continue reading Prologue

Like Dracula I conspire seeking love in nightly hours beneath the moon lights chilling fire, with ink and quill and deadly ire. There is melancholy in my loneliness and want of love, that pains my breast. Somewhere beneath the sun she stands, a silhouette, with ready hand. I cannot go there. Within the morning light … Continue reading Poet’s Love Poem

I swirl and twirl away from this undiscovered universe. It is real, but unknown except where we are now. Undiscovered in ourselves, on the edge of blackness. Inflicting deeds of burden upon ourselves. I twirl away, surprised at the terrible beauty of ourselves. And the constant, inconvenient horror of our magnificent life.

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