God in heaven, peasant on earth, Clawing dirt for cheap gold, silent or whining. But on a day akin to the past, I cease to perspire and stand to rise again. On up, I climb: clutching, fumbling, walking, suffering, succeeding. Closer to the peak, the apex, I fly like Dante for freedom. O where artRead more
There is a place, a hidden place, Of artful perfection and masterful harmony. Towering trees enamour the fierce heavens As mountain ranges dance on the horizon, As heavy waves yonder kiss the burning coastlines, As one sits in the center, like a lotus, In a glade, a pasture, a space, ad infinitum, Chaliced with emptyRead more
Hark and hasten, brothers, For Humanity is under siege! Arm yourselves and bear your shields. To the gates, good brothers, and ready your steel! By the neon gods, hither the Enemy comes. Brace yourselves, brothers, and defend Humanity! The Fiends are striking at the Ears of Man, So seal them tight: Plug them up,Read more
Interpellate or hail me, whichever act you choose, I will remain—I am remaining—symbolizing for you. My name is Millions. My names are many. Call me an adjective, a verb, a lexicon, a curse. Or signify me as a tree, an industry, perhaps that Method of practice, or artifice of doctrine. In fact, say yourRead more
Hear the Angelus toll amidst discourse and ruckus, those who hear the consecutive high note to low note, On each half-hour of each old day, sonic hammerings for fifteen times to remind and remember the revenues and lanes. When the clock strikes twelve (or one hand consistent on twelve, the other on any number),Read more
I am a sky captain. I was never born a sky captain, and I earned my title, my crew, and my ship through duty and sacrifice and experience. Some say I had won these things because of fate, because of luck; yet I was not one to rely or resent chance coincidences. Long have IRead more
Winter, winter By John Divinagracia Winter, winter, growing bright, Upon the traveller deep at night. Awash with hope the wanderer weaves Across the mountains and the trees. Winter, winter, growing bright, A shining lamp burns with light. Laden, lathered, adorned by faith, Around the oceans and the lakes. Winter, winter, growingRead more
A Poem in Olde English O whan the wintre in Decembre’s nyght. A manne and fere did yonder thru withe fryght. They tarried thither in the mountane Geat Whan herde hast they the snouring of the beaste. The manne did durst him fere to tuche the Baer. But fere did feare the pudh beastiesRead more
A day prior when the mosquito arrived, there was a carabao in a valley. This carabao was a friendly carabao, who helped the other animals in that valley. When the birds from the skies wished for a quick meal, the carabao allowed them to take bites off the ticks on his back. When the fishRead more
As Lyosha Volkov woke up from uneasy dreams, one a harrowing nightmare of an alien nature, he found himself transformed into a monster. With his paws, he removed the comforter from his body and stood up with hind legs from his bed. He stretched his furry form, hearing and feeling his adamant bones crackRead more