quietlyi am subtlety and feari'm the words you long to heari'm the end you'll never seei'm the best you'll ever bei'm the sky without the suni'm a moment just beguni'm the truth you'll never knowi'm aflame yet weakly glowyou're the rope to tightly bindyou're the lost i'll never findyou're the surface up aboveyou're the strength to weakly loveyou're the science to my faithyou're the body to my wraithyou're the desert to my seayou're the slave and i am free
thinkseas shifthands holdwings lifthearts coldsky blueblood redwhite liesplay deadsee mestand tallshort breathlong fallso small
humilityyou can hide in plain sightand pretend you’re asleepyou’re just under surfaceand still in too deepand you know you’re a sinnerand still you want moreyour mind is so tiredyour muscles so soreand there isn't much moreto your life than a breathyou began with your birthbut you won't end in deathand i know that you’re scaredbut my son, you are freeand you mean so much morethan the ocean to me
freedom that won't be ignoredlittle blade who lifts and cutswho raises high and worries dustoh softest knifeoh sliver’d feara lofty lifea river clearquietly you raise your edgeand wordlessly my crimes allegefeast, my little weightless burdeneat, consume the gloaming skyne’er forget where you beganand so your birth do not denya throne you seekyet e’er you flya sea divides usyou and i
when what's in comes outstep on the earthand give birth to the sunyou’re so full you could burstand you weren’t meant to lastnow you have to go firstand your eyes see the starsthough they’re faded and weaklike the lies you’re convinced ofbut too scared to speakand you may not be normalbut you know you’re no freaknow look up at the wheelsand forget where you standcome to know that your mindis not tied to the landor the worth that she feelsand the sky takes your handand the wound in you heals
eyes face the fire, backs face the doorin flame-lit hallsin starless nightsthe elders sitand dream of sightsof ancient wondersfrozen lightsthe north has holdas cold as boneher eyes like snowher voice like stoneand time comes onwhen men will foldere too longthe old ones seekgreat futures darkand deeply splitthe currents weakand parts togetherstrangely fitand deeply wrongthen speak they wordsof bitter depthand long rememberedsecrets keptof time when timehimself had sleptand winter hidand fiercely weptthose lightsher tearsthey’re dark tonightthey hide and keeptheir wilting lighto’er head of mountaincloud and homecare not theyfor man or throneand know theywe are each alonevast in voidlike those abovein howling silenceweakly lovebut deep in winterflickers lightthe elder’s firegranting sightbrought you hereby secret guidesthis empty spherethe heart abides
perseus and medusaold chaos spits from her gazethrough night and creeping fogyou stand blind and silentiron still and desperately heldthe worth of you weighed falsein the glittering scales of her eyesher voice a wondrous discordantcalls you brother, free and equalyour brothers lie graven behindand you must find peaceand loyalty worthy of namewhen in strength you kneelthe greatest hoary mountainrose in fire, storm and furyand the deepest river is a swordthat bends and splits the earthbring to hand that selfsame gracebless the one who bows and scrapeswho whispers even as her body fallsand her face is lifted toward heaven
matthew 5:30there are ghosts in our eyesthey’re our own to despisetheir whispers are our crieswe two lonely as oneburn inside a black sunit’s the end we’ve begunand we swim in great seasleaving what we could seizecoughing quiet diseaseand she sees who we arethrough her lens from afarnormal turns to bizarrehere we’re going awayhearing voices that sayyou’re so brave to betray
i look outbrain, blood and bonesun, ocean and stoneremember to livedon’t forget you’re alonedon’t forget that you’re dyingas long as you livedon’t forget to pretendto forget or forgiveand you’re living the dreamjust too bad you’re asleepyou’re unconscious of promisesnot made to keepyou’re just under the surfacebut still in too deepand we change with the seasonswe set like the sunand we end in each momentbefore we’ve begunholding onto your lossesnot knowing you’ve wonand you know i’m no differenti’m selfish and coldand i’m frozen and foldingthrough time til i’m oldthen i’ll lay in the groundand dissolve into dustthen i’ll know where i came fromand i’ll know this was justin order i find myselfancient and freeand so new that the oceanmeans nothing to me
Muriel Mouse s Trick and TreatSay have you ever seenespecially on HalloweenMuriel mouse roasting Pumpkin cornand dreaming of the coming mornas she stares into the candle flamethe casting shadows enlarge her frameand all the demon cats who chased herkeep their distance, pace and starenot sure of what they´re looking atonly sure it´s no darn cat!All at once,it Pops and Cracks!scaredy-cats they raise their backsJump in the air and run awayMuriel laughs and has to sayGood that I was able to hidein this pumpkin right insideHere it´s warm with plenty to eat..Mmmh Popcorn´s ready, what a treat !Poetry by Suzanne karbach
Coffee LoveI love coffeeand coffee loves me.How can I tellwell it´s quite plain to see.It gets all hot and frothywhen the coffee making startsand sends me little messagesin the form of loving heartsA poem by Suzanne Karbachoct 2014
Elementals [A Mythos Look] page 2ElementalsA Mythos LookPage 2AirAir is around usEverywhereBut not only microbes dwellThere are otherworldlyOther-dimensional thingsThough are too remote for us to tellOn a clear starless night in OctoberAbout the date of WalpurghisnachtThere could be a deathly stirA tempestuous flurry in the evening airAnd strange flickering as though from a demon lampOr a nova being born'T is only the wild impulsesFrom the devices of The Lord of Air*EarthFar below upon the earthIn a dimension too remote to be seenThe meadow and the heather run dryLike sand dunes of the Sahara desertBut not a soul among us knows the reason whyThen there are those who rumorEvery place aboutThat an otherworldly soul is at play+They scarcely dare to mention any namesThe rest care not what they sayRumors e'er go unprovedTill one eve a soul witnesses for his selfPerchance if they wander off into the woodsThey shall find her at rest with all her kidsA thousand of them lies at her breastsBut
PussycatPointyShinySneakyLazyFangs, claws, ears, tail--so pointy! ShinyFur and eyes; sneaky hunter: lazy brat!
You Don't Understand"It's unbecoming," you say."You look unapproachable! Go change."You tell me that I look unapproachable,But everyone else seems to think I look beautiful.You're the only ones who don't get it.Everyone else seems to like it.I've had even had a teacher tell me she liked it.Why can't you see it?I may have a liking for dark things,But that's no reason to question my spirituality!I'm not part of a cult. I don't worship the enemy.Christ Jesus is the only God for me.I stay away from symbols I know are evil.My intentions should be clear to you, of all people!I may tone down on what I wear on the outside,But you cannot control what I feel and think inside.I know the culture enough to know. I'm not blind.I just wish you would have a more open mind.
Baa Baa Black Sheep - Politically Correct editionLaughing-type animal noise twice made, dark-shade animal of the quadrupedal ungulate type,Have you any quantity of natural textile fibre?Affirmative, person of male gender,Affirmative, person of male gender,Three hessian-cloth sacks full of the said material.One to be bequeathed to another person of the male gender,One to be bequeathed to a person of the female gender (hereto known as the male’s spouse),And one to be bequeathed to a vertically challenged youth of the male gender who resides down the unpaved rural road. To any politically correct types reading this, BITE ME!
The Valley of Fear: White Mason and Captain MarvinA/N: "Then to Birlstone we must go!" cried MacDonald. …said Holmes. "While we are on our way, Mr. Mac, I will ask you to be good enough to tell me all about it."White MasonTo the crime scene might hasten.But to cover his backHe still needs a Mac.Captain Marvin:A job’s eased in the halvin’.The McGinty ambush: how did he know?A little Birdy told him so.
Dream DancingThere once was a girl named Kim Salter,Who dreamed she was dancing on water.She'd dream then awakeWith a smile on her face,Til one day she woke with a daughter!
The Red Circle: Mrs. WarrenMrs. WarrenSheltered a tenant from lands far and foreign.If the Warrens hadn’t needed the money,What would have become of this little plot-bunny?
chocolate cakethe earth can shakemy bones can breakbut i'll never give youmy chocolate cake