Things are a little hectic right now.
I have finished chapter 5 of Your Inner Fish and it’s a doozy. It’s going to take a bit to figure out how to condense it into something readable and yet complete.
On the other hand, I leave for Iowa at 7:00AM tomorrow and I won’t be back until fairly late Thursday. I’m not sure how much free time I’ll have in the evenings to write it up.
With that, I’ll give you some stuff I’ve posted elsewhere before. Yep, I have written poetry. It’s been a long time (Windows didn’t exist, the computer was 8 megahertz, and had no hard drive).
With that.. poetry…
In My Mind
There’s a struggle
in my mind
a fight for right
and wrong
Good has a beachhead
on blackened shores
evil’s got a grasp
of the inner self
Scorched earth
is the defense
life, mercy, love
are the offense
faith is a fighter
hope is a warrior
goodness and love
fight side by side
my mind is a wasteland
pockets of good
bright islands
in a dark sea
battle night
stormy day
hell and heaven
make their way
through the trenches
in my soul
rending, tearing
healing, loving
sometimes at night
I hear trumpets blow
steel on steel
wood on bone
cries of victory
pain and dispair
demon hordes and
angelic legions
fight for right
and wrong
and my soul
in my mind
The Edge
Heart of Darkness
Black like shadow
smooth like a river’s flow
a thundering roar
at the fiery core
of a heart like a beast
Like a bird on a wing
like a wild night’s fling
a match’s flame
you cannot tame
walkin’ on the razor’s edge
Like a cold steel blade
like life’s parade
midnight fantasy
you will not see
shadows in the midnight dark
When night comes around
and you hear her sound
run for light
you cannot fight
the blackest flame of the hear
DemonKat
Demon kitty, demon kitty
how do you slay
by pouncing on the ball
down the hall
Demon kitty, demon kitty
where do you stay
In my master’s lap
fighting or a nap
Demon kitty, Demon kitty
where do you stray
on the bed under the sheet
chewing on my master’s feet
Demon kitty, demon kitty
how do you play
by clawing my master
and chewing on the bastar…
Earth
Thundering herds in my mind
a subtle reminder of the past
now, creatures, you will no find
they vanished, never to last
When man came here
to where life began
the plains were clear
unspoiled land
the struggle is age old
life and death and birth
stories are still untold
mysteries of ancient Earth
