Do I Dare Disturb?

my poetry, written in the darkest hours of the night, and born for those who would muse upon them at length. If you have a question about any of my poems, feel free to ask me.

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Insidious Ruin

“Insidious ruin, where for art thou?”

“Are you talking to me?”- Death

“No”

“Are you talking to me?” – War

“No”

“Are you talking to me?” – Famine

“No”

“Are you talking to me?” – Disease

“No”

“Are you talking to me?” – Love

“Yes”

“I am here.” – Love

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Darling   -

I’m the demon on the streets

I’m the demon ‘tween your sheets

I’m the demon that cradles your soul

I’m the demon that’ll eat you whole.

-          Beloved

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Why Must We All Share Him?

Our eyes lay ‘pon light

And his mistresses

As they waltz slow through

Scenes unparalleled

In passion and wit.

  Light, the muse’s muse,

Allowing sharpest

Direction and joy

Waits idly at doors

As his friends file through.

  Light the sweetest of charmers, the

Evanescent, always-present,

Loves many in the darkest course

Of the night, leaving stars in eyes,

And rosy spots on cream white skin,

At the amusement of his peers. 

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Broken at the Slightest Touch

It’s a curse to be a rose,

A curse for wretches and woes,

Wherewith a sigh a petal falls,

And blackens fast, growing foul galls!

  It’s a curse to shiver in

The slightest of winds! My kin,

When you are a rose, frail and clear,

You will know living death here.

  For we hear the bird’s green song!

Deep and throaty, high and long,

We hear the spirits and the death,

And in distress, wish of Lethe-

  The rivers miles beneath feet!

We hear them through the deep peat,

Through the fossils, through tiny vents,

For we sense the sweetest of scents!

  We feel the fragments of shells,

That have travelled through deep dwells

Lost ashore, lost and wandering

We know them all! Yet this pondering-

  Pain! For we are but roses,

And pain just decomposes

Our leaves that eat sunlight and loves

And are frail as web, frail as doves!

  We are lost, and die quickly

Are we jewels, or thorns prickly?

Thoughts create our select disease

For which there is no mortal ease-

  Though we roses are one, we are alone.

Banished to drifting over brick and bone-

Instead of one heart, we were given two

One to be human, one to be true,

And though all mankind was given this choice

To either be quiet or raise a small voice

Only the stupid accepted the second!

And oh, how the world has made itself reckoned.

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What Will Be

I want to sleep for

Maybe

A long time. Past the new

Couple of long centuries

Till the daisies grow out

And the poppies litter each city.

The pavement will crack and sweat

The vines grow tall and thick

Cars will rust into the soil

And bones lie deep and still

Will it be quiet there?

Where movies aren’t made

And the stars don’t fade?

The trains have stopped running

And the tracks go,

Simply

Nowhere.

Where would they go

Anyway? In this empty city,

Where the flowers reclaim

Small

Insignificant

Spits of stone and earth

Gradually

As if to say one can

Never win against the might

Of a plant.

I want to sleep for a long time.

My body hurts, I am already so old

Days flicker like movie frames

The nights are shorter and shorter

As I work longer and longer-

Is this all there is, to be

A human?

Little joy, little gain, little time, little life.

Everything is wasting away

Perhaps in this city,

I will find quiet.

Amongst the death of my era and

The birth of another.

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Why Does He Send Souls Your Way?

His fear is rank and foulest permeated

Constant on the skin, like the smell of liquor

That ruined his mother’s mind, ne’er sated,

He watched her grow e’er sicker

And such is the way of this darkly dance.

He is unnatural! Even the Black Cloak thinks this,

Alas! He fringes, teetering, gazing into abyss

When will he leave? When will he flee?

For Death’s arms are not meant for glee

Happiness is not Death’s food!

Fear! Death seeks thine fear

Do not come close!

Your soul is false.

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There's a Moon Rising

I’ve sat this throne for centuries now

And ne’er I seen bluer skies aroun’

Than that I sit in above the earth.

A kingdom in the sky, and gold worth.

  My children I share this with, them all

Though not mine, my own I do them call

I share what is mine, for this earth’s cruel

My house houses even the fool.

  I’ve seen them grow, marry, live, and die

I’ve seen them laugh, and I’ve seen them cry

And yet they last as long as mayflies

As I say the easy-come good-byes

  I have loved many, but truly? No-one.

I am sombre with age, always young

And through these year I have grown wiser

And watched this bad moon rising

  The second moon which foretells leaving

From the blue sky I watch him heaving

I have waited for some time endless

For this existence is fruitless!

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And so deprived was his throat

That hash and phlegm spat its way

Out of tongues, but not out of teeth

Rheumy rheumy rheumy!

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Wish Gone Wrong

The world has little use for mine kinsmen

The world remembers us too well, alas

We are alone, we are alone,

And there is naught left to do but pass

Time as if we have it in quantity.

And time we have, immortal as stone,

Crushed, pressed, crumpled as we are

We cannot die! We cannot die-

But my wanderings lead me to sorrow.

I have since curled up, quite deep asleep,

Ignoring my once loves as death creeps

And reaps their souls away from mine

As if a chasm had opened where one may pass

And one may stay! As if a choice!

And my kin do miss mine voice

And my kin do seek for me

With another trick that may inspire sight

But the ages have been long and harsh

And death is my only love.

But he has kept me waiting, long ages gone by.

Asleep. Waiting. Will he come for me? Sigh.

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From Within Mine Copse

A circle pool lieth deep in mine copse

It rims the ever skies as if a frame

Wraps dryad fingers round the mirror brims

With waters still as ocean glass, ever bright

  But the reflection! An odd joke of sorts

Distorted as fish be to man in looks

Fools pool, why doth thee hold sun and moon both?

Twine twins circle within circle, ever bright

  And though their words are but whispers on wind,

I can hear them sigh and bicker and pick

For one sees truth, the other mystery

Neither one can see clear of the other

And round and round they do bend and do swirl

Lying deep within mine copse, ever bright

And forever doth they dually shine light.

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Marshlight

Is that our lost home? Walking in the dark

Lamps of a blinding luminosity,

Beat the drum to the lonely call of death,

The waters run their little races like

Rabbits running to their deep dark tunnels

Under the soil, underneath my sore feet,

Where mud hides the dead…

  What an inextricable darkness that

Comes to greet me from the long reeds that sing-

Odd lights guide me cross the rills beneath,

And I am led to where stars touch water-

But I walk on for the wise crickets have

Warned me not to play in the dead ponds…

  The flowers twitch like they hear my humming,

As I traverse the damp moors with the long

Faces of people without hopeful cause.

Lonesome ghosts flee from my tinkling lantern,

Light chasing the shadows like cat and mouse,

Grinning dead faces glinting garishly

In the opening marshland. I wave my

Hand dreamily at the glimmering stars

That shine from above. I lose my footing

And slip.

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one sentence story #1

Digging a 6ft deep hole was harder than I had previously thought.

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Eulogy

The swelling wind billows through the rippling sails,

The sea a heart broken, tears a-rollin’,

And the gulls Hermes own, dipping and cawing,

The waterfall approaching, worry encroaching,

As the ship tumbles o’er the edge, I fear

The same for me? As the birds do leer.

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“What if Suicidal People are just Angels who want to go Home”

A sharp sharp edge calls her home.

She has never been closer, or more far away

For violence does not call wrens closer, 

It just serves to naught for your pay;

For all that the edge doth sing to are cursed this way.

But Oh! He she does wish for home,

‘mongst the stars, ‘mongst the feathers of Heaven,

For angels are not make for this strife

For angels should not have to live this life

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And Zeus Shall Fall to the Might of God

And with haste, wing’ed with gilded black whim

A soaring fiend of pupils cold and dim

Slic’ed through mist, past the already dead

Who, screaming and crying, curse the already fled

The fell wing doth fend from His roving eyes

Past the altar where sombre Death cries

Cradling his sweetest love, the spring child fair,

Woe is he, finger twixt her golden hair

Up the cracks that nurse the hungry red fires

The eagle sails up and the tale transpires

From the awful blood of the underworld

The King of Lightning hears the tale unfurled

He cries in all haste, Make thee way below!

And as the gods scramble for their fellow,

The servant of God rises, cloaked in the End

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Brownie

She sweeps the summer grasses, quite well light

Her gentle palms full of matronly might

She casts away sorrow with brush and broom

To dust away all the darkening gloom

She asks only for bread and some honey

Never she asking for more or for money.

That is the brownie, all tender and good,

But shy as a star, be kind if you could.

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What a Twixt

If I should live, and all else fades

Of my dearest kind who brought me sorrow

I should fade too, on the morrow

But if all should live, and I should fade,

Regrets would dog my immortal soul

For my fleeting, weeping, wrapped-up role