Mysterious, Mythical Morning

Sing a song as bards of ages, Grand, glorious and brave. Of reigning stars upon Olympus, Set to lines in dawning stages.  Mysterious regal blooms sing In vining locks of green. Falling, framing, ever so graceful, Crowning the face of the mythical king. 

Summer Morning

Overgrown green, moving downward Straying unconstrained, By nature, rampant, running tangles.                           Blazing color     Bursting forth, by both self and soul Safely contained…   Summer Morning

Red Heat

Sing a long song, read in surreal. Lyrical and mad, hot and strong. Strange the beast is, tilty and tall. Loping wonder lust, skin and bone. Sundowing dust, rhythm and boom. Source: Red Heat

Sacrifice

The horrible bird was beginning to burn. Neither priest nor deacon headed its haunting cries. The task was set before them. Symbolic, ritualistic and ever so real, expected of them, day after day hour after hour, year after year. The horrible birds be damned. Be boiled. Be sacrificed. The townspeople had long ago left off coming….

Madness Among Fiends

Once upon a Midnight… Somnulent soul-less shadows arose.. Master prince tethered, Binding them in madness… Source: Madness Among Fiends

Summer Morning

Simi Tree closed off all Love once known… Reflected darkness tomb and stone… Symbols seen and unseen… Blazing Summer Mornings… Source: Summer Morning

“Witch”

mother?…the ranting, other-worldly creature… had she borne her in some ghastly bent tree… one image came grinding… one horrible word… Source: “Witch”

Two Borne in the Braide

a locke or two ago my mind went a-wandering… two with twisty heads came tumbling… falling from my braide chattering… Source: Two Borne in the Braide

“Witch”

mother?…the ranting, other-worldly creature…
had she borne her in some ghastly bent tree…
one image came grinding…
one horrible word…