Thine Enemy -- Inspired by Robert Harrick

Come readied, armed, and meant for death,
Tomorrow we'll be dyin'.

Come raise the sword which lent you breath,
Spin and set it flyin',

Come fierce and fast, mind set to kill,
Indictive of their lyin',

Come silent, red, and eyes shut still,
Tomorrow we'll be dyin',

Ode to the Wells

They, deep.
They, lost.
Those sorrows,
They cost.

They, deep.
They, found.
Those people,
They drowned.

They, deep.
They, cold.
Those secrets,
They hold.

They, deep.
They, lost.
Those sorrows,
They cost.

Still Life

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Keybox -- Inspired by William Blake

In what distant deeps or skies,
Does lie the lockbox, chained, disguised?

Is where it wanders missed by eyes?
Or rather does it simply hide?

I greatly wonder -- greatly try,
To picture what might lie inside,

I ponder, ponder, and confide,
That truly, I am mesmerized,

Oh in what distant deeps or skies,
Does lie the lockbox, chained, disguised?

In what distant deeps or skies,
Does lie the answer to our lives?

Moments That Last Forever

Songs were sung and thoughts did render.
Moments that last forever.

As I gaze on twilight splendor.
Moments that last forever.

When we spent our time together.
Moments that last forever.
Moments that last forever.

Haiku

Corruption, Fire,
Clefts of deep integration,
Harbor the black soot.

Sanctuary

Lie my head,
Gently rested.
Concrete bed,
Heart infested.
Sorrow, dead,
Life in question.
Daily bread,
Still pretending.