The dull gray of a graphite pick frees
iceberg shards, most peculiarly frozen
into a faint sky’s blue, at the freeze
tainted, the most ragged are chosen;
formed into his iris and into his lens
A vestibule with clarity of focus held
fast, beyond any writers’ or any pens’
ability to describe or to have compelled
A cold calculating logic duly contends
with compassion, in his gaze expelled
an internal battle raging and portends
thought most fierce and oh so impelled
A theater of war and drama transcends
the visible and the obviously withheld
for in this last bastion of sight ascends
a grand intelligence with ego swelled
Coppered acorn shade
Strands flow, cascade;
wild unkempt hair with
similarly untamed spirit
Like adventure’s myth,
carelessness seen in it
Let blow about in wind;
thrown around in spring
So wary to let rescind
his mane, so like a king
who will hear no affront
to the extravagance of
his crown, and mustn’t
field those lavish bunch
who cast such judgment
in hypocrisy to confront
Chosen unsophistication
shows ironic affectation!
Defense against the brunt
manifests as a cold front
with his sarcasm so blunt
in self-absorbed covenant
Visage pockmarked with mistake,
neglect and the toll of experience
As tanks become battle scarred;
surface scratches to a resilience
And so, he’s thus visibly marred
but with function intact, so far
Please toss a coin to this bard
Beautiful music written despite
physical affliction, ignore plight
of earthly body and so instead
hear his words and see his fight
Read his poems by candle light
Through pores the song’s bled
and in his veins the onyx flakes
of its taint float by and shred
his soul and imbue lover’s aches
So that the pain might sustain
continual angst and heartbreak
to fuel the artistry’s costly reign
Welcome to my humble writing blog. There's a lot to see here, if you care to see it. Enjoy your stay!
FEATURED WORK:
An Ode to an Abdicated Muse - A poem demonstrating my infatuation's huge capacity for aesthetic appreciation
A Sniper's Perch [REDUX] - A short story narrating the mechanical executions and detached ponderings and reflections of a lone Russian sniper during the brutal climax of WWII
The Last Bard’s Tale [REDUX]
An Epic Poetry series (in progress)
         Part One
You'll find Alexandria when the Dawn Commeth
A short story told from the perspective of a man facing his fast-approaching death. The narrative follows the struggles of two starcrossed lovers kept apart by wicked divine intervention.
         Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
         The Poem
         The Story