The chilled wind

Warm sun

Flowing river bend

Second to none

I open my doors

Breathe in the morning

Who could want more

Than this velvet glory

The clouds roll above

I watch from my deck

Eyes filled with love

As the woodpeckers peck

O glad morning

Don’t go too soon

For in this bright moment

All I want is you...

How am I supposed to capture your beauty?

When all I can do is sketch?

How am I to show the truth of your being?

With only paint, a canvas, and a brush?

O dearest Dorian

It is impossible to reflect

Even a fraction of your features

With merely a painting

Dear Dorian

You were always the truest art of them all

Perfect and timeless

Just as you have always wanted to be

O my Dorian

The gods have c...

Movement within my flesh

Writhing in my veins

Creeping up my throat

And crawling out my mouth

Wreak havoc on my eyes

Tear strips out of my tongue

Set fire to my soul

And leave me there to burn

He grips at my bones

Takes hold of my mind

I suppose I’m not alone

Perhaps I should be grateful...

Beautiful nature

sweet bird song

kiss of stars

and golden light

harmonious hour of sleep

sweetest embrace of the night

loving waltz among planets

and silver spectacles all around

But humanity can’t be escaped for long

death without concern

power and fame

ordinary man

suffering in silence

man’s true form

vague tremors of grief

slow movements

corrupted morals

How I long for sleep again

t...

(Inspired by EE and Mundie from Dead Water Club on WEBTOON— please support its creator, very talented)

From the depths he comes

Mirrors of my fears

From the dead water he rises

Reflections of the past

Impersonations of the truth—

—or was it the truth?

How can I be certain anymore?

Make believe and reality

have begun to dance together

like lovers at a waltz

And yet

much more sinister

their d...

Language is a dream we believe

Whispers of the past

Like death’s melancholy murmur

Echo through the night

Thus we see the empty shadow of what was

The poet is just a disciple

Language, our god

Created by flawed man as expression

Used as a tome of truth and purity

What is it we crave so dearly?

What is it we seek?

Unknowing, we step forward as blind prophets guided by the hand of a broken god....

It’s overwhelming reality

which burdens the soul

Wearies the body

and strains the heart

shadows of what once was

fading in the wake of new light

It feels like heresy

like contempt

a vain attempt at comfort

at compromise

And yet

in the still of the night

in the breeze through my window

I hear your voice

sometimes I think it’s nothing more than an apparition

but I know it’s you

it’s always yo...

losing substance

impenetrable night

without the energy to smile

I will be expecting you there

solemn nothingness

where hopeless breathing and trembling

where sad smiles and sweet fate

meet the disappointing truth of mankind

humanity is fragile

the one you loved

tossed with the waves

inconceivable waned love

quickly freeze this icy morning

what is left

but the beating of the glass hea...

Waves breach the sandy shore

The birdsong of the forest

Life surrounding each moment

Each itty bitty moment

With life comes the unfortunate truth

The fragility of the things you hold dear

Glass hearts and ceramic souls

Shattered, stolen

Death is not evil

Not vindictive

No

He is a soft voice in the meadow

A still spring in the day

The gentle breeze of night

He is come to rescue that which is pain...