Founderling

Of fire
And a fair bit between
We cavort the wheel
Dancers of the scene

Turn and turnabout
Flickers on the edge
One moment of summer
Another…

Of ice
And the darkness closes in
Of savagery and crystalline
The dancers court the blade

Balanced on the spinning leaf

Elder Dreams-Audio

 

in silence bound
in seeking sought
where others bind
i was bought
when hearts collide and justice founds
my hopes do bide, in collision
sound siren call
revision

in loves sweet sigh
in voices raised
where heavens call
undertree did dance
and palm to palm
and join to join
praised by kine
in moments ere the fall

they seek, they find,
the burn is seasons rime and dragging feet do come to call and hopes are risen
ere the fall

but drink my wine and drink my blood
and we shall step above the sea to feast and dance our revelry
you seek a fight, we seek to feast and in the middle there’ rise a beast
in death we feast and seek the battle draught
in life we love and lust
break bread with us, break meek

but I am bound, as ever was, and in the silence

weep

Aftermath of pathogen

Barbed spikes quivering in the steel air
Digging through soft tissue
Embedding in

Rot encapsulated and packaged
Choking and raw
Worse than the unbearable heat

Burning vibrations
Echos
Valiantly dying in the millions
To save one unworthy life

How to overcorrect

Everything will be fine. I’ll see something that makes me uncertain and my brain will start working through all of the possibilities. None of these will be good possibilities. It will range from painful to total destruction. Because my brain can’t let something go. It has to grind it over and over until the original information is unrecognizable from what it was originally.

Then I will take this broken, unrecognizable information and use it as the basis for scenarios and it all comes down to being like the abominable snowman with bugs bunny. And that doesn’t work, I know it doesn’t work, but my brain just won’t shut up.

So I see a grain of sand or a pebble and it becomes a monstrosity. Real problems I can work through. Shit my brain invents is much harder.

Musings of a blade

A blade so sharp
It cuts the spark
And burns the world
Bare

Shoulder this heart
To marrows part
And turn to widow’s lair

Oh, love so fair
Break bread
Be merry
Before the blade falls fair

Not so casual

If I were inclined to be casual
I’d find myself lacking
Instead discover wanting
Distance bedamned

Casual lacks teeth
Lacks truth
Lacks fulfillment

Give, instead, the taste of the tongue
Run across skin
Desires bloom
Full blossom

As I sit
In calm repose
Intensity of gaze
Makes casual pose
A lie

I had a nightmare

I had a nightmare
It was a dream I’d had before, in some variation. I was walking in my parents backyard. I was talking to some people who I had the impression that they were family. We were trying to get to the house because the house was safe. Safe from what, I didn’t know. We were running away but before we did that we had tried to fight. As ninjas this time for some reason. We failed time and again until the only option left was to run. So we ran and we had made it to outside parents house. But it’s in a place where I have always had the feeling it was hungry. When I was young, the nightmare was that animals or bugs carpeted the ground and every time I tried to cross it I’d almost get devoured. This time there was a thing in the shape of a man standing by a tree that had no business being there. We were resting and it was searching for a way in, almost like it was trapped. Eventually it pushes its way into the world/area we were at. Part of that was I taunted it for some reason. I don’t remember why but it invaded and turned into a raving ravenous creature. It cut through us and the only thing left was to run. We were almost home but it was too far, and everyone but me fell. All alone I make the door and slam it shut. The turn the bolt but it fails to strike home and I get the sense that this is where I died previous times. But I am lucid dreaming at this point and I slam the bolt home. The thing is screaming and raving outside, talking about what bits it wants to eat. But I control the dream and I cage it in light. Again I get the impression that this had failed on prior occasions, but this time the cage is strong enough. This time the being is destroyed. I sever it’s ties to the yard and make the area inhospitable to creatures of its kind. Then I wake up