"I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams."
H. P. Lovecraft

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Grey

Life's a journey...
Wild wind in the sails...
The open water...
An adventure...
But it comes a time
to settle down,
the ship to dock for good,
and gather last
of pieces left,
a page to turn,
from black to grey,
to stand your ground
and to protect!
When wind's not left
inside your heart,
the moment is
to sit down calm
next to the fire warm
where you belong,
where your home is.
And just take care,
and just be wise...

Monday, May 27, 2019

The being

A voice inside is
calling me.
A vision of a
dead tree.
I tried to reach
into my mind
for answers
of some kind.
With eyes
closed shut
in empty room
I sat.
I flew
in my head deep,
unconcious
as in sleep.
My darkness
'til I met...
T'was neither born,
nor dead -
a being of pure unlight!


Sunday, May 26, 2019

The ribbon

Raindrops fall
down on cold ground,
something's odd
and twsited, bound...

Dead body lies
in muddy trench,
naked, crooked,
there's still no stench...

A ragged coat,
anonymously grey,
dropped over,
hides almost nothing from display...

The skin is pale,
hand's frozen in a greet,
on the small finger
pink ribbon's tide up neat...

All that will happen on repeat...




Saturday, May 25, 2019

Void

An open grave...
A darkness...
In the hole I stare...
No bottom is to see...
Like falling free
into a nameless void...
Strange winds
blow from within...
A lightless night
surrounds me...
As if the world
does not exist...

Just emptiness...
And open grave...

A chilling feel
crawls through my spine...
My skin feels freezing...

It must be soundless
outside here...

But my head -
It's full of sounds...
A humming
Buzz
From in the void
And thundering
so far
same as one
you get before an earthquake...
And the whispers...
So many...
In the stream of cold...
So many...
Whispers...

"Come!
...Just fall!"


Sunday, May 19, 2019

Odin's eye

An eye is price

for wisdom given,

when mind with crave

such madly's driven..

A hangin' tree,

spear's piercing point,

a sacrifical way

journey of a soul to join..

Consciousness

apart in darkness tears,

symbols glowing blue

strangely appear..

Thus the runes were born!

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