The Dragon

There once was a lady, who roamed the ancient land
held flaming fire, in the palm of her alabaster hand
healed the sick, gave counsel to her tight-knit band
til' the dragon came and made his insidious stand

An ancient evil, hell-bent on once and for all
ending her starlight worship and healing call
everywhere, she could sense this villainous snake
spying over the eaves, enforcing his religious take

To subjugate all, was his master plan
effecting poverty and sadness across the land
turmoil and chaos hastily ensued
once peaceful communities, now desolate and ruined

Then, with righteous rage, she took up her father's sword
slayed the serpent that had brought her community low
restoring peace and truth to a once lush and vibrant land
her herbal healing and wise counsel now in demand

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Lost and Found

 

I lost myself, momentarily,
to the maddening crowd;
their chants like marching feet,
stomping on my brain until
I could no longer think

I lost myself when they said,
‘You must pick a side or recant’-
something along those lines,
but I finally remembered who I was
when I awoke from the hate-filled haze

The liquid gold horizon called me home
like an abandoned bird left in the nest;
I flew as fast as I could, never looking back
at the mob that demanded their way

Boxes and checkmarks;
structured stanzas and themes
that don’t speak to me- but now,
it’s a sacred return and a journey
to freedom beneath a painted moon,
guiding me home to the milky way

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Shattered

Your world view, now shattered
into a million pieces it blew apart
The narrative you clung to in desperation
waiving your morality like a banner
Now, a pile of rubble, it lays at your feet

The lies will continue as the side
that claims truth and justice decides
to cling to their delusions of grandeur
Their laws, their god, their world view
'It cannot be wrong. We cannot be wrong.'

But they are and so are you and so are we
The only truth that remains are the evil
and greedy psychopaths that stole our world
It's us and them but yet we refuse to see
that it was their lies all along that divided humanity

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Time

Don't worry about tomorrow
or fret over the forgotten past,
because time is an illusion, like this life,
a fast breaking dawn over a vast hill-
one that you realize you've crossed too soon

You played the game; you ran the race
you made your money and built a house-
of vinyl and wood or brick and mortar.
Now, you've turned the corner and wondered:
Did I do all I could?

Yes, you did... or even if you didn't
it's of no worry because they cheated-
dropped you off at the bus stop
while they stripped away your livelihood.
Now, you've only your books, hobbies,
and a part time job. That's enough.

Don't worry if you didn't achieve all you could,
even if you only worked the grocery store checkout
or sat at the cubicle all your life.
In the end, what matters is did you smile?
Did you laugh? Did you make those amends
and clear your conscience? Nothing else is important.

Did you cry, did you scream and cheer;
did you call out the wrongs, make them right?
Did you tell that person you loved them- hated them?
That's all that matters now. Because life is slipping away,
like a ticking clock with each passing second inching
us nearer to the end. The rest is fluff... stuff we made up.

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Short Story Collection

 

I've just released a short story collection that's about a novella's length worth of stories. Here's the amazon link.

Leaves

A nip, a chill, leaves trickle down

floating on chilly winds 

to the once grassy hills, now rusty brown

The season of warmth, turns to gold and red, as

cheerfully, we wander amidst cold wind's threats

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Sliver of Night

It only takes a drop or two; 

a dab of silver and gray to highlight the sky, 

and my mind is illuminated with poetic lines 

A curtain, a blanket, No! 

Only a sliver of night and I am made 

fully alive by the sounds of a howling moon 

I pray for highlighted clouds 

to make the rhymes aloud, then lull me to sleep~ 

the sleep of midnight’s eternal shroud 

 First published by Sudden Denoument

Image by Robert Karkowski from Pixabay