Where's the way the shades are walking? Where's the feet that crushed the cleavestones? Are you asking What's that thunder Rolling in the caves and caverns? I am urged, yes forced to tell you Of the rivers and the grottos Of the fierce-proud jackalopes They are in the deep of cosmos Under borderworld Xibalba They are skull-flames in the darkness Lighters of the smoke and builders Of the pylons and the great roads That leads from here into hereafter By the shores of river Lethe In the mountains, near the forest Betwixt the dream cave and the danger Of the deep-steep walls of fire In the house of shades and ladies Horns of fire, ears of heart-smoke Steps held windward, will-hearts flaring Teeth to cut the ancient demons The sound of thunder all beneath us Is the stomping of their laughter Rebounding from shaman to scrivener Of the fierce-proud jackalopes Hear me sing the song of legends And the hope of the departed

These are selected poems from a collection of poems that I have been developing throughout my life. I focus on everything from the momentous to the mundane. You will find my reflection on every day topics, controversial topics, and the common threads that unite us allp

Take a vacation on the Lyrical Porch. Come sit on my porch, when you're feeling scorched. Come and be my guest, take a little rest....

it is five in the morning and my mind is racing

My dark thoughts in the form of poems and short stories. Possible trigger warning, sorry. Current cover by @EveThePoet. Thanks :)