The Reformed Hunter

The rush of hunting season
Was now separate from him
It was spent,
In a haul across oceans afire

Now the weight of his rifle
Only drags him along through the horror
Of boneyards, and screaming old friends

Never again, will the hot muzzle flash
Never again
Will he reload the breach

The Unconquerable Beauty

She’s just as withdrawn and winded
Being kicked along
By the cruel trudge of time

She is honest and drab
And faithfully morose
Engulfed in her past
By the blare of her war-time trials

She has carefully aged
To savory perfection
At home in the ether
Somewhere, I’ll roam

On a day of great fortune
On a kindred
And merciless trail
Through the night

 

If you enjoyed this poem, you can find more like it in my latest book, The Slums of Nightfall. It’s available for purchase on Amazon and  Createspace

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Just another friendly reminder, my latest collection of poems “The Slums of Nightfall” has been published and it is available for purchase on Amazon. It’s a book that covers a wide range of topics. Most of the poems revolve around the subject of mental health, specifically  my ongoing struggle with anxiety and depression. The book is not about a literal slum. It is about a state of mind a person can reach, when they lie awake at night, contemplating the world around them. It is about the wee hours of the morning, when your home has fallen silent and you are left to be wide awake with your memories. Each poem is a part of larger story; a story about wrestling with your fears and insecurities, and the slow and gradually journey toward loving and accepting yourself. Amazon  Author Page

My latest collection of poetry has been published! I never thought I would get to type those words. But today is that day. My dream has become a reality and I could not have achieved this without all of your help. The constant feedback and words of encouragement are apart of what motivates me to write these poems. This is the beginning of a truly exciting chapter. Let’s just see what happens next..

The Slums of Nightfall is a collection of poetry that covers a wide range of topics. Most of the poems revolve around the subject of mental health, specifically the author’s ongoing struggle with anxiety and depression. The book is not about a literal slum. It is about a state of mind a person can reach, when they lie awake at night, contemplating the world around them. It is about the wee hours of the morning, when your home has fallen silent and you are left to be wide awake with your memories. Each poem is a part of larger story; a story about wrestling with your fears and insecurities, and the slow and gradually journey toward loving and accepting yourself. The book is available for purchase on  Amazon and the Creative Talents Unleashed website.

Georgia’s Autumn

In auburn and golden hues
She enthralls, she envelops
With her southernmost charms

A heavenly drawl
I’ll recall
As I’m stuffed to the brim
With a nourishing spread of emotions

The homestead lives on
In each momentary quarrel
Every outside deed, can never quell
The sheer strength
Of her steel embrace

I recall and recover
In her auburn and gold
In her fragrant revival
Each charitable dawn

Tumbleweeds

I struck a wall
And quarreled with flesh and blood
Day, by desolate day

My heartfelt words
Were but tumbling weeds
The nomads
Of thistle, of sorrow and fret

For home
Was swollen with sound
Night after night
The exhauster of words
Where the voiceless dissolved

Just barely alive
I slipped by
And out of mind
So that laughter lived on

Reconvened with Loss

No words in the arms of loss
The awaited embrace
Death-ridden and black

A ferocious wind
Startles, the complacent mind
And the envy unfurls in flames

No words for the shroud of her verse
So mindfully forged, in the past
At the paramount
Of soft-hearted fools

No words can trespass
Through the hub of despair
Of the precious
The young and unknowing

A War in Solitude

 

There is only myself
My embattled soul
With impossible words
And impassable dreams

There is only the chatter
Of a world unknown
The unwavering clash
I carelessly spawn

Farewell to friends
To the fine raging days
When our words were warm
And taken with lust

I offer myself
To these roads of ink
To the endless wail
Of their passionate song