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My Spirit’s Coldest Night

All my desire is put to the flame

My every want





Tossed into an ugly fire

And when at night I should be asleep

I am instead


Ever so silently

Into the midnight deep

Of all my woe

And ugliest blackest most cursed sorrow

She has taken from me

All that e’er I hoped

To be

And yet, in this still mad quiet

I have come to realize

That to burn one

Is to birth another

Desire for desire

To rise above these flames

To rise, e’er higher and higher

To reach that long awaited place

Among the gods

And challenge them

To their face

For all their black fate

And then to find peace

Not because of all my anger

But instead because to my woe I have become a stranger

Slipping away

Into something else, something far from my sights

But for the time being I am not there in that distant land

Of promise

Of potential

Instead I am only here

In the midst of my ugly soul’s burning plight


In this, my spirit’s coldest night


Just a lil fragment from a work in progress

The old beat up car ran down the sun drenched double lane highway at nearly 80 mph. On one side of the lonesome and hellish hot road was a long line of prisoners chained to one another, pick axes in hand, chiseling away at a nowhere job given to them by the decree of one judge or another. Jake tried not to look at them, and it was getting easier to do so with each passing year that Old Duke Henderson had taken the reign of his big war horse he called, “Order in the midst of chaos.”
What Jake wouldn’t be able to ignore were the telephone poles coming up, once upon a time the only messages they carried were on their wires. Now, their messages were darker, bloodier, and carried in the bounded pierced and beaten bodies of whatever unlucky soul got more than a chain gang punishment. This was the way of the world, and the reason Jake who once preached tolerance and kindness to many, now packed a forty five and a never ending thirst for whiskey. 

Neither Heaven Nor Hell

Neither Heaven nor Hell

Could ever hope

To free me from

This ugly cell

Where now I dwell

In the dark quietude

Of all I once held

Neither Heaven nor Hell

Could ever hope

To punish or free

Neither prevail

Against this heart break

Nor assail upon my gentle mind

Weak and weary

The pain, the sorrow, the woe

My soul to grind

Neither Heaven nor Hell

Could ever tell

A sadder truth or beckoning song

Than this my aching tooth ache

Within my middle

Where once a heart

Did belong

Neither Heaven nor Hell

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