God Is In The Radio

poem

  • On My Father’s Birthday

    I think of my father on his birthday todayThe legacy he forged in his own wayThe battles we fought, the words we exchangedThe rare tender moments, both heartfelt & strange Though we clashed & butt heads, as fathers and sons… Continue reading

    On My Father’s Birthday
  • The Shadows Flow

    Beneath the moon’s cold, weeping glowThrough shattered panes, the shadows flowHer whispers haunt the silent hallWhere love betrayed began to fall Faded roses, petals strewnHer spirit lingers with the moonA ghostly ache, a longing sighFor love that lives, though it… Continue reading

    The Shadows Flow
  • The Raven’s Line

    In twilight’s pallid, ashen glowA specter stirs with ink-stained flowEdgar, bound to midnight’s gleamA captive to the wraith of dream Trembling pen, what muse is thisThat weaves a world of dread and bliss?Through hollow halls where shadows playAnd madness guides… Continue reading

    The Raven’s Line
  • Night Birds Sing Like Demons

    Get out of this town while you still canThe night birds sing like demonsAnd the snakes crawl up in your eyes We used to hang by the movie theaterYou and I, star-crossed lovers waitingFor the preacher’s son to sell us… Continue reading

    Night Birds Sing Like Demons
  • Winter’s Breath

    Darkness falls, indomitableA tide we cannot stemMy fingers clutch the trembling penWhile the chaos of glowing screensDevours the morning light The sweetness of separation temptsA fleeting mirage we craveAre we not all threads intertwined?Bound to the vast streamOf shared consciousness?Now… Continue reading

    Winter’s Breath
  • The Moon Spirit by Madison Julius Cawein

    One night I lingered in the woodAnd saw a spirit-form that stoodAmong the wildflowers. Like the dewIt twinkled; partly wind and scent;Then down a moonbeam there it blew,And like a gleam of water went.Or was it but a dream that… Continue reading

    The Moon Spirit by Madison Julius Cawein
  • People Are Imaginary

    Pause & inhale the garden’s rotThe roots twist tighter, coiled in your chestA pulsating pit where shadows nest You do know, don’t you? People are imaginaryHollow mirages, flitting in your skull’s pits Pluck out your eyes, sockets raw & cleanOnly… Continue reading

    People Are Imaginary
  • Paranoid Tide

    What I thought I knew dissolvedWorn edges slipping into night’s mouthTerrible shadows crawl like inkBeasts sketched from the gaps in my mindGnashing quietly, lapping up fears This isn’t the home I dreamedWalls melt, unravel into whispersAnd the comforts of country… Continue reading

    Paranoid Tide
  • Time Collapses

    Like Nights of Broken GlassThe fall happens quicklyWarning signs had alreadyBeen there, plain to seeThen, fuel to the flamesUntil everything burns Empires fall, bedlam reignsThe wheel of historyCrushes & maimsA fourth turning arrivesTIME COLLAPSES Whoever is left to pick up… Continue reading

    Time Collapses
  • The Garden Of Shadow by Ernest Christopher Dowson

    Love heeds no more the sighing of the windAgainst the perfect flowers: thy garden’s closeIs grown a wilderness, where none shall findOne strayed, last petal of one last year’s rose. O bright, bright hair! O mount like a ripe fruit!Can… Continue reading

    The Garden Of Shadow by Ernest Christopher Dowson