Tag Archive: Poetry


The Setting Sun

Late at night when the darkness gleams
And the shadows start to thicken
A fog of silence settles in
And your heartrate, how it’s quickened.

Consciousness, it slips away
And nightmares settle in
To resurrect the darkness
Locked beneath your skin.

Secrets hide within memories
Until the forsaken hour
It’s here they prowl the ceiling
And unleash their midnight power

Spider-legged and rodent-teethed
Clacking their onyx claws
Your fears spiral overhead.
And brandish their razor jaws.

But there he is, your deepest fear
Dangling from a twisted thread
With inkspill eyes and devil grin.
He plummets for your head.

But your mind snaps to and reason returns:
Roll away and the nightmares will flee.
This was but a late-night terror
A witching hour reverie.

But then needle feet press down.
A weight lands on your back.
The pain sets in and the fear returns
Your mind turns a deepest black.

Its pointed feet prick at your skin
With a terrible tick tick tack
It scuttles down your spine
Leaving prickled tracks.

Not all terrors are imagined.
Not all terrors can be undone.
Lo, heed the eerie warning call
Of the setting sun.

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This is the Sideways

Car clock reads….8:02. Laptop reads….1:02. Stove clock reads….7:02.
Tick tock goes the clock when you’re a pocket watch in a vise.
The jaws close and squeeze hours from the timekeeper’s hands
Pressure dislodges minutes locked in a gold case.
Tick tock goes the clock as seconds drip from the pocket watch in the vise.
That’s how it goes when you’re pressed for time.

Juice the grandfather clock chiming the hour.
Pull its cork and release the years fine as wine.
Stored for ages in their coffin-shaped cask.
Oaken aromas waft as you drink your glass of time.

Cracks in the cask, seams stretching, boards creaking.

Car clock reads…..6:42. Laptop reads….11:42. Stove clock reads….5:42.
Time travel without travel. Stationary existence in more than one timeframe.
The car clock has forgotten daylight savings.
The laptop has forgotten its long since exited foreign borders.
Only the stove tells the truth.

The future, the past, the present state of affairs.
Tick tock goes the clock. Year, month, day, minute, second.
Written in ink deep as a wishing well coated in the flowing copper
Of wishing pennies that liquefied under the pressure.

Of deadlines and timelines and the inevitable lifelines.
The hour is now, your time is up, your seconds run dry, and if you aren’t ready this very minute….

Car clock reads….4:12. Laptop reads….9:12. Stove clock reads….3:12.
All these hours misaligned to the time in which I currently reside.
If I live these times disconnected from the narrative of the here I live
Am I removed from the train tracks of time? Have I jumped off to see
There is more than the forward motion the train conveys.
This is the sideways.

This is the road less traveled, the path less wanted, the road uncrowded
By competition petitioning for fairness and rules and construction of more
Train tracks expediting success and glory.
Write the rules, make the game, so we can do the same.
This idea is a beautiful one. Results without effort. Fame without trial.

Pour your seconds squeezed from pocket watches in vises,
Into your wishing well. Put the cork back into your
Grandfather clock and store that time wine for a better age.

Do not drink your time drunkenly.
Sip.
Use your minutes wisely.
Build yourself with every second.
Learn, grow, know, improve.
Your growth nurtures those around you.
Happiness engenders happiness. Strength engenders strength.

Be rigid and regular as the pendulum.
And always keep moving. No matter what.
Time moves on and so do you.
No matter what.

Car clock reads….2:22. Laptop reads…..7:22. Stove clock reads….1:22.

Biological clock reads….exhausted.

But, pleased.

A Revolution of Honesty

Loneliness isn’t just being alone
With no one around
Loneliness isn’t a one man
Island.

Loneliness is having the desire to
Fit in
But being unable to do so. For whatever the
Reason.

No man is an island, or so
They say.
But one man can hide an
Oasis of chaos.

Pent up deep inside, all of the worries that
No one else knows
Buried far beneath the surface
Everything left unsaid.

Loneliness is the unwillingness to
Settle and give up one’s self.
Or the conviction that you have something worthy to sell,
But no one is searching for your wares.

It’s living on the fringe, fitting in with no one and
Being a little too different.
But only just a little, because the crowd that is different
Has no interest in you.

The causes of loneliness? They’re the
Fixes for loneliness.
Don’t believe me? Take a look inside
Yourself.

When you were lonely last, what did you do?
Pick up a hobby you didn’t like? Just to impress
A soon-to-be friend
Right?

Or was it that you lied about yourself? To impress
That guy or girl?
Or that you buried your truth, to let your falsehoods
Shine through?

Loneliness stems from lies.
Everyone lies to themselves. And
Those lies shape who we appear
To be.

We present these lies as our
True selves. But
Do we even remember our
Real selves?

We crush our dreams and stomp our
Ambitions. Just because someone
Doesn’t like them.
Appearances. Just smoke and mirrors.

If everyone let their real self shine
Loneliness would
Evaporate. We’d all know that we
Belong.

If everyone let their true self shine, we would
Stop trying to impress others and
Finally have the time to simply be
Us.

Remove your lies and at last reveal what’s caged
Inside. Your inner monster is nothing more than
The perfect mate for someone else’s
Hidden fear.

Open up
Let it out
Share yourself
And realize

Loneliness is a two-way path.
Share yourself and accept what others are
Willing to share. Erase negativity and
Brave the fear. Be the change we all need.
Let’s start a revolution of honesty.