Poem – Foolish thoughts to Ponder

I bow my head in supplication, to the King of every nation,

the one who holds all men’s hearts

in his hand.

On my knees earnest intent,

I speak the words of a man spent,

when before the master of all I dare not stand.

 

Here I am at the throne of God

and here,

I think,

of money.

 

Here I kneel to the King of Kings,

and my tongue,

it longs,

for honey.

 

Of such sweet things my vain mind sings

how can I know such distraction?

When be-fore almighty God

of whom I know but a fraction?

 

What is more enticing than, the mind of my Father?

How can I consider somthing

other than the potter?

When God is near,

His creation here

for me in awe to wander,

how is it that,

I find other

foolish thoughts to ponder?

Poem – Death of a Poet

Based on events from A Throne of Bones

A mortally wounded flier, upon returning to his forest home meets the weeping bride of his distant youth. Instead of relishing these precious moments he icily reacts to her desperate attempts to soothe his passing with song. His bitter knowledge of the coming ruin speaks through this final soliloquy.

Sing to me your swan song

sing to me your lie

spread your pretty lips let out

the swaying locust cry

 

drown out all the ringing in

my battle damaged ears

let it soothe the killing wound

and soon reali-zed fears

 

I want to now feel hopeful

for hopes lost yesterday

lie to me, sing your sweet lies

until I pass away

Poem – The Four Horsemen

all the world shall then be trampled
neath the hooves of horses four
in due response the mouths of man
in woe will sing a fruitless roar

that final note of undue pride
will sound the end
of sin’s cruel song
And God will let his justice ride
four beasts abreast
four horsemen strong

Poem – Miss Sten

shake for me baby
shake in my hands
I want to hear your bones rattle
I want to hear your metal spit dribble
onto the concrete floor
scream for me
anguish and love
bark like an animal
shudder with passion
I want to feel you kick with every touch
to rock with every round
to fight with every pound

Poem – Twang

Sultry southern belle

I watch you sizzle in the sun

light

 

my steaming frozen gaze

is stuck to suffocating clothes

tight

 

pistol in the shade of your

soft abundant hip

bullets damn near boiling

bandoleered about your tattered slip

 

heated red across your face

eyes that whisper sex and grace

 

meet me at your blinding dawn

we’ll burn away the sky

 

Poem – Electric Engine Motorcycle

It’s economical

it’s friendly

hipster boys will think you trendy.

 

crouched on its faux leather seat

not “cool” par-say, but neat

feet an inch above the street in plastic cones…

 

but does it roar?
does it sing that animal song?
does it make the weak seem strong?

does it scream through thrumming pistons,
biting at the road?

can it sit all alone,
glare with growling eyes of chrome
yet charm you like a lost dog
make you want to take it home?

Poem – Dead Man’s Painting

Love and life they give you meaning

little bird all dressed in red

sealed behind a wall of oil

hearer of the soft words said

 

you’re a memory

a dedication

of a life no longer here

a reminder of a missing face

one full of smiles

one free of fear

Poem- Read Me With Wine

I go well with liquor

I’m a friend of wine

 

When I’m read with heavy head

I’ll take you far from time.

 

I’ll spike your dreams with monsters

swill nightmares and love

 

and when you wake my words will be

the ones you will think of.

Poem – A Sea of Skulls: Horde

Amid the green is chanting

over the hill heads sway

the rowdy toughs, growl and yell

the giant twisted fey

 

Eyes all full of lust

for women for land for blood

they poison air with foul stench

and paint the road with mud

 

Near to civilization

our calm defenseless home

they march nearly unorganized

lumbering too and fro

 

We’re racing round the tree line

horses hooves like thunder

lances punching silently

as we emerge from cover

 

No choice but to defeat them

less all we have be lost

we charge with mighty battle cry

and make them count the loss