When She Comes

An insatiable quest to know
What's out there, where am I to go?
Ever elusive death will show,
On that day I'll follow in tow.
My unending fascination
One day drives me to salvation,
On another, meet starvation.
I see death as a vacation,
A reprieve from unending pain,
From struggle, and numerous bane.
Though I do not welcome the drain,
I have no fear of the profane.




Short poem I've been thinking about for a while.  Bit of wine lubricated the creative cogs. Like I've said before, I'm just another poet with a morbid curiosity about what comes after all of this.  I don't think death should be rushed.  When she comes, I'll fight like any other animal on this Earth...But after my fight I'll walk willingly, beside her, fearlessly, unlike so many others.  Does anyone else still think the Reaper is female?  I like the Viking's take on Valkyrie.

Oracle's Haiku

The crazy woman
Laughs in the face of danger.
I admire her.

The Karve

It's time to move like a soldier.
There's a second chance; I'm the beholder.
Now I unwrap and shed my chains,
Forget my pains and strive for new great plains.
Somehow, blessed with that second chance,
Determined to walk straight and true, to dance,
I know there's no hesitating,
No room to question, no speculating.
Quieting the doubtful voices,
I am defending my final choices.
I'm ready to walk through fire,
If it means I will reach something higher.

Firestorm

Wake up to the alarum of a phone.

My home, my city's burning down. 

A city built with hedonistic bones 

Never worries about ghost towns. 

But tonight God decided to restart 

And threw matches into dry shrubs. 

The neighborhood eerily fell apart  

As fire ravaged country clubs. 

Surprisingly egalitarian, 

The rich and the poor fled for life. 

New converts, new humanitarians,

Shed their belongings and their strife.  

We survived and slipped into our old ways.

Let it burn again!  Rid us of malaise.

Modified sonnet.  Firestorm '03, '07, ...