The Magic of the Foggy Glen

Stepping into foggy glen

Searching for inspiration

Experiencing foreign sensation

Brushing hair on end

Rippling goosebumps across the skin

Revitalizing air breathing in

Believing the supernatural kin

Scratching visions in pen

Defying the laws of men

Witnessing ghostly caravan

Observing the driver’s grin

Wondering where the carriage has been

Dreading the skeletals again

Closing eyes and counting ten

Providing brief mind vacation

Returning delightful premonition

Activating long-told superstitions

Proving what can’t be written

Striding along decaying fence

Singing lyrical execution

Melting into dark nation

Becoming another legend


Dancing With the Devil

Have you ever danced with the devil
In the pale moon light
I do most every night
For he goes by many names
Pride, Lust, Greed, Envy, Doubt
And most frequently–Shame

I love dancing with the devil
In the pale moon light
I do it most every night
Not because I have anything to gain
But as I confront my sins
He helps relieve my pain

I know the sound of dancing with the devil
In the pale moon light
And dancing most every night
Seems rather quite insane
But if truth were to be told
I’m honestly challenging my blames

You see, dancing with the devil
In the pale moon light
And dancing almost every night
Unlocking my soul as a windowpane
The dance becomes one of death
As destroying my devil is my aim

Have you danced with your devil
In the pale moon light
Have you danced for even a night
Do you know your devil’s names
So you can confront your sins
Only then can you fight your Shame

Letters to God

I simply don’t understand
I don’t know what I’m doing wrong
I’m supposed to be in Your hands
But I feel like I’m being let down

I don’t know what I can do
I’m always in so much pain
I know I need to look to You
But I can’t help turning away

My heart is broken in pieces
I don’t know how to stitch it
All I need is some kind of reason
To understand why You’re doing this

Even with You I feel lost
I find all the wrong roads
Is my eternal suffering the cost
Of you bearing all my loads

I don’t know if You think I’m strong
I honestly don’t know how I can be
But how can You be wrong
Don’t give me the responsibility

I really feel I’m at my end
Every path lies obstructed
I cannot afford to begin again
Not even with what You’ve constructed

You’re supposed to lead me to still waters
Isn’t that what the Bible says
Then why do You let me continue to falter
All of my meaningless days

How do You expect me to fight
When everything exploits my weakness
I really need You to be my light
Because I’m constantly in darkness

I know I’m a sinful creature
Maybe I need to have more patience
When the world has made me its mocking feature
It’s difficult to find endurance

I don’t know what You want from me
Is it wrong of me to ask
Can You please just let me see
Instead of having me wear a mask

Where are You when I need You most
Am I simply not enough
Even when it’s Your name I boast
Please don’t expect me to constantly be tough

There’s few things I understand
Like why do I keep finding the wrong
Please reassure me I’m in Your hands
Please keep me from falling down

Looking Up

They call me a dreamer
Reprimand me for gazing at the stars
Keeping my head in the clouds

They tell me to stay grounded
To always look down

But I will never stop looking up
Never stop watching the sky

I may be a dreamer
I’ll never lose my sense of wonder
I’ll make sure I stay in the clouds
Make sure my eyes see the stars
Feel heaven’s wind on my face
Relish in the sun’s warm shine

I’d much rather be caught looking up
Than be stuck looking down

Sunset After Rain

Rain shower moved past
Sun descends into the West
Heavy curtain of clouds parting
Fluffy undersides tinted peach
The rest glowing pleasant gray
Glimpses of deepening blue sky
A breathing painting revealed
As beautiful as beauty itself
Designed by God’s own hands
Completely changed from morning
Completely changed every night
As identical as snowflakes
Full circle sun spreads warmth
Bathing land in orange and pink
Sky remaining momentarily blue
Intense cotton candy from fairs
Equally delicious to the eyes

Midnight Madness

There is no one
Not a single stirring soul
I feel like a ghost
Traversing the veil alone
My light barely piercing the ink
The silhouettes merging with shadow
Shines of space nonexistent
But alas I see a being
Someone to voyage with me perhaps
My hopes were in vain
Merciless fog enshrouds me
A thick cloth of cool air
Blanketing my sight further
The feeling of loss consumes me
Apparitions taunt my waning attention
Melting into the smoke soup
Another form beckons me
Breaking off into a pair
Glowing eyes guide my steps
Until basin fires are revealed to me
Perched upon ancient stone
The sight stealing breath from my lungs
Under the casts of warm illumination
Reads a chilly communication
“Welcome” scratched in blood
My heart pulsing wildly
Sweat beading on clammy skin
It’s here I find my end
And wake from the cruel night terrors
If only it had been a dream….

This Old Man

This old man
Once had a plan
To build a home with his bare hands
To start his own family clan
Until his country declared demands
And from his enemies he ran
The time came for him to make a stand
Still he received great reprimand
Upon his sleeve he wore a brand
Failing his traitorous homeland
Alcohol became his only friend
Surrounding himself with endless cans
Then his country called again
They claimed a chance at redemption
A chance to lift the unholy ban
While he exercised needed caution
He accepted role of government minion
Climbed an imposing mountain
His grit his only supporting fan
Guiding him to an enduring orphan
Where blossoming relationships began
He signed for teary adoption
A child to fill his remaining lifespan
His final years more special than
What he could ever imagine
Until passing on under skies cyan
His survived child relaying
The requisite salvation
Of this old man