poetomachia

Dutiful doubter
You work hard to maintain it
Have a drink and sit with it for a while
YOU ARE AN ASS

The stress and strain are shaking
My dreams tonight of red dawns
Chill nights strive to inflame
Pretend the frostbite burns

I wander the landscape of my mind
Gun in hand ready to kill
Ready to capture for reward
Better no agenda just time on my hands
Waiting patiently for the target to show
A boiler with no governor
An overwrought sitter without award
The mark arriving blood on my hands
There is no shelter for the face
A shower to cleanse him is made of steel
He and his brothers are not cowardly

Indomitable survivor
There is love at the other side of adversity

Author awful
Awake the soul whispers
Awkward restful
Always watching others

Breathe the night’s stars
Bothered to wonder at nothing
Boastful shallows
Beneath which hopeless hallows

Curvaceous carves
Confoundment never probed
Climbing backward
Collapsing to become a shelter

Coercing geology
Connecting folds anew
Christology
Convalescing habit to relax

Determination
Dark delights our certainty
Downfall dreaded
Demonized with little cause winds.

And this old man in front of me
Holding canes and wearing ruby rings
Is like containing an explosion when he sings
But with every chance to set himself on fire
He just ends up doing the same thing.
Oh well, oh well.

Indomitable Spirit
You were crushed
Indomitable Spirit
You were hushed
And in that silent second
You seeped, surged, flopped and soared
What next, indomitable Spirit?

I dream beneath the stars
And awake to your presence
Which extends beyond my wildest imaginings
You took my little heart
And my little sufferings
And grow them to encompass
not only to hold
but to drain
Wash away the binding filling
To loss of self