The king does sayThe king does listenFor charm and smilesas his eyes glisten Wind and wind around his fingersAll who followas his frightful descent silently lingers. But fear of his mind does take hold,with every lie and half truth told.He sees himself as nothing morethan the vermin bowing at his door. Crown of antlersopen handsThereContinue reading “The Prideful Man”
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He who sits upon the drawing board
ScratchScratchScratch. Vigorously, the artist erases his work. ScratchScratchScratch. He who sits upon the drawing board, watches him with a smile. ScratchScratchScratch. The second attempt, crunched into a ball. ScratchScratchScratch. He who sits upon the drawing board, laughs at him, mocks him ScratchScratchScratch. The artist vigorously erases his life’s work ScratchScratchScratch. He who sits upon theContinue reading “He who sits upon the drawing board”
Words
We know it, we know it.The word, it just eludes us.We know it, we know it.Please just give us time. They speak not, they speak not.For all the words elude them.They speak not, they speak not.Thus they commit a crime. It lies there, it lies there.On the tip of your tongue.It lies there, it liesContinue reading “Words”
Mother
On the camping trip On Sunday night By the riverside She beckons. On the mountain hike At Monday Dawn By the woodland brush She beckons. Yet when father turns to meet her gaze She hides behind the bark. Her shadow lighter than the dark. When father leaves, she beckons. While in the tent, the sonContinue reading “Mother”
Writings of the When
The prologue for Writings of the When is now available! You can read it below, or find it here alongside upcoming chapters: https://misterspacemanstuff.home.blog/writings-of-the-when/ A version on Tapas is publishing later today. A banner will be added to the home page when it is ready. PROLOGUE In the folds of dark, where stars dwell.Shadows thrive, lifeContinue reading “Writings of the When”
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