Poetry-Thing Thursday: Come in, Come in

Come in here for a moment,

let me show you what goes on:


Flashes of pain,

Death and dying.

Rebirth in flame.

Ascent or crashing–

choose the name.


Deeper now.

In you come.



of anger and greed,

abandoned hope,

in time with need.

Restless peace,

For the deadened weed.


Now that you’re in,

here’s a spin:

it’s all misrepresented,

in situation.


Open mind.

Formal lies,

of a casual kind.

Your worthless tries,

never remind.


Do you sense,

a misguided presence?

Are you certain,

of the vessel’s proud curtain?


When you leave,

please wipe your feet.

For the outside is clean,

but in here you’re beat.


It is my place of honor,

neither death nor defeat,

I’ve brought it upon her,

But you’ll forever repeat.

Lines of cries and pleas, and hate,

To topple me is no small feat.

Poetry-Thing Thursday: Fade In

Fade In


Fade in.

We hear:

A pen scratching,

Shouts in the distance.

A shot.



Cold, dark, and blue,

The world turns on you,

and will kill you too.


I have seen in many ways,

the lives of man condemned.

And I have had many days,

with which I must contend.


We can see the mind of God

– What a helpless contraption.

Souls of queens, and kings, and men

– Another mindless abstraction

The hearts of martyrs, saints, and kin,

– but not into ourselves, or not in good fashion.


And if we live well what do we win?

Yet another, fruitless life,

Evermore fading in.

Is it more beauty than hatred or sin,

to be alone in our strife,

never more to fade in?