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Like a steady clock, life and the world lean repetitively toward normality.  Daybreak inspires indolence and twilight brings about a drowning nighttime dull. Society is a mere formality A means to an end and an end to life’s lull. Life is cold and Beige or Brown Life is misery and diversion is unfathomable. What of…

I look through life with a periscope. The mirrors sullied and scraped. I see the walls of my castle allotrope. And the portraits my imagination never escaped. I look out the window to the warm lamplight. And ponder where it went? The desk sprawls like a poet’s plight. It smiles with a wink in discontent.…

Dawn rises on yet another star-spangled birthday. Freedom soars as torches renew. Charred dogs and patties on the grill; celebrations underway! The tableware adorned all red, white, and blue! The fireworks are readied, so too is the assassin. There’s nothing more American, then a race against the Glock! Just a man, with a love for…

Act I: Launch The Royal Navy set out to protect its fortunes of old. The Fleet gathers with its ringing sails unfurled. A ship named for every month of the year as foretold. The ninth in the fleet, the September, holding the keep. Its sails massive and its hull beautifully curled. Its Admiral, James Scott,…

Upon rising Dawn. Over lush mountaintops sway. Under lightening skies these morning bells. A City by river downs lay. Beyond fields of wicker. Among rising smoke and irate machines. Lay a land wild and wonderful. Precious structures and elegant greens. Sun beams across windings hills of long-lived freedom. A place where all roads lead to…

The Things and shadows, under the dead of night, lurking upon a dream. Willows and Marigolds dance to the wisps of certain cause; something in the air. Dread-foot falls under steely gables. Storms across the horizon gleam. The feral land flees upon the poet’s lair. Skies rumble upon knowing wonder. Like a banshee lost in…

Shifting mountains subside. The mighty heavens and earth, collide. Through the blinding sun. And across the dessert plain, The passage lays claim. With every gust of dusty storm. An exit or entrance will the passage yield by the drooping tree? Know sure enough you’ll be. While striding toward the passageway. What will the passage hold?…

In this land of fellow Pens and Familia ties. Walking through time-honored corridors with fields of dirt and oak. Tall pillared fences with gallantry and rally up-rise. O the old ballpark, with game and comradery, relish under antiquity cloak. Watching the Row bomb balls across Poe’s Court. Across these fields green and Bayview Yard. What…

With cannon-lock and sails aloft- this masthead rides, shore to shore. “Captain, sir, thee winds shout a shivering scream!” A fearful fight under swinging light-In search of treasures beyond the Mythman’s lore. An ocean slower over Bermuda’s stream. Voyages over the Sea of Spruce, vast! With shanty-shine and spirits divine! Dusk falls under twilight glow.…

Evening storms across western horizons, Lonely fields of haunting grass, Wind whimpers over vacated isles, Corrupted homes, with filching iron and brass. Storm reigns high-like echoes of horror, Windswept tears of reckless abandon, Like Bell-tops along river streams, Between mountains and valleys, the lost companion. Richly muted leaves dance across barren paths, Church bells, like…