When the Void between the possibilities of Life, Death, and Undeath call, dare you listen?
Poetry
Lines drawn in ink and shadow. The newest verses, still wet on the page.
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Look Good, Do Bad
Mr President is off on his jetPreceded by his big Quiff,He checks once more in a mirror,That it’s starched and completely stiff,Executive orders everywhere,Complex tariff thuggery,Honey badger, he just don’t care,Covert fiscal buggery.America doesn’t need the oil,They don’t mind a bad rap,Just as long as the worldKnows who controls the tap.
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Freely Given
We safely play and freely tread,Those fields where our forebearers bled,They fought and died as if for naught,And unbeknown our freedom bought,From whence they came of no import,They heard the call, as one they fought,Side by side they gave their all,They charged towards the battles call,When all was done they stood and stared,They sought their friends, they hoped, they dared,To…
Short & Barbed
Limericks
Five little lines with a wicked grin. The latest small cruelties in rhyme.
Tales From The Dark
Stories
Longer descents into shadow. Recent stories to read behind a locked door.
Dark Edge of Poetry 