Growing Flames

Growing Flames

I cast flames at the world around me
the illogical, they drive me crazy
Me the cold emotionless being

This rage that has built in me
feeding off this world in flames
I can see every night from my room

I watch as we slay another
over fallacies cast in gold

the divide between us grinds
as the molten crust rolls

From my grand post I preach
love before the fire, the ire we build
on the kindling of torn down civility

The fabric that I wrap around me
woven from a reality that I bend
in my direction I cast the chaos
that permeates our pores

Eyes shot, death trots
Into one-way mirror I watch
all the disorder in the world

Behind my smirk,
I see the blaze engraved. 

12/15/25 - Andy McRae

Dyed

Dyed

clad in snow and ice, crowned a blaze
I watch her face, as the flay crosses
the falls usher forth, terror encroaches
the lady butchered, rags and bone dyed
at the crimson pond, I tear at my eyes
I fear the darkest, void of her light
those bright, crystal caves die.

12/29/25

Pancakes for Some Reason

Pancakes for Some Reason

the hollow behind my eyes
numbed to war by pain of years
stacking, pancakes flipping
over and over.

the well beating below
crust of earth barriers
that sky, it sparkles with stars
and I am buried beneath.

the wind carries her voices
a melody that licks my ear
words that lie from voices
that occupy my mind.

the sky across us burns
our shared reality is torn
I cry as I watch the shore
as we drift farther apart.

12/8/25 - Andy McRae

Just Under the Three

Just Under the Three



an improbability they cry

a refusal to see beyond

to catch the trick of the eye



she had 4 faces you see

Day and Night,

Love and Death



elusive she was

she thought to hide besides

the folds of our dimensions



but a trained eye can believe

that hidden behind the three

her true face can be seen



that trained eye was me

i saw into a parallel dimension

and i did see



beauty that astounded me

such a lovely one hidden

just under the three



but peering into a fourth

it peeled my brain

shades now haunt my gaze



even though i point to them

declare all i have seen

they shun that which I believe.



11/8/25 – Andy McRae

Tuesday’s Bliss

Tuesday’s Bliss

i come to the park on tuesdays
the pond here sings
ripples echo her song

i bring my strings to strum
to play along with her melody
joy resonates in the harmony
of sounds separated by time

on days it rains, I do not stay
at home in the dull and worn
i bathe in the drops and watch
as the song changes

her voice always carried
the mood of the ether
from joy and love
to its end in the abyss

I strum my strings by the pond
willfully ignoring, pretending bliss

11/7/25 – Andy McRae

Paranoia

Paranoia



tossing, disturbed and warm in a disheveled bed

your mind is inching towards a locked chest

within it resides the tome, don’t read the tome.



Your eyes dart open wide, you’ve seen what lies

it’s dark, just too dark

what hides beyond the veil of shadows

black on black, blots of ink become dark gods

there to destroy you, ink blot deities that loath you.



You’re fleeing, into the sliver moon lit room

where shadows dance in corners

corners where dark gods lie and wait

for you to near and meet your twisted fate.



LIGHT!



your mind is shrieking for light, a switch, a lighter

instantaneous thoughts of fire, burn the shades away

engulf the venue in which you all play.



Compromise. you’ll just flip every switch,

light every bulb you know, drive the shadows away

allowing you to flee.



Except monsters come regardless, twisted versions

mimics of love come to tear you down, watch you bleed

you must defend from these false dreams.



blood swirling, brain boiling.

you stand above your wife, your family, yourself

cut and torn, life shorn, and death born.



10/24/25 – Andy McRae

Best Left

Best Left



Once upon a time, I pondered cosmic origins

the divine, beyond my perceivable realm

deep it dwells in the depths of the unknown.



Beyond that veil, do horrors tear at the minds that dare

tread past the safeguards natural law placed

madness born of knowledge, a true lucid insanity



to perceive the dimensions hidden amongst space

to unlock this momentarily lasts until cloaked in death

your eyes doomed to see into realms forgotten

lands of bizarre, caramel and dust.



I pondered these cosmic origins

my reality aches from the burden

hurts from the terror, the dive,

into the forgotten and best left,

we thought had died.



10/21/25 - Andy McRae

As of Yet, Untitled

this morning I lie
along the threshold between two realities.
each cast, a vivid painting of my perceptions
yet differ in their laws.

on the fence of thaw
watching each a flaw
pain as I watch the dawn
my shadows wane
memories but a stain
my sober mind slain
thoughts never settle
in this hollow domain

she is always gone
by day she has faded away
along with the joy felt
the misery crept
from lacking
we wept

time ever onwards we trial
new faces, same utter denial
words bereft of need
so in silence we proceed

this going she sinned
no ill but that of others cast
like demons they hound
with a holy right they smite
the love, it fleets, yet never dwindles
as she flees, I cry out in anguish

muddled are the waters for time
I awaken from this in need
to begin a journey, to discover
a love torn away by the ill
those who passby to judge
based on not but misbelieve.

through realms of irrational
the vivid worlds i walk
with every cycle it permutes
into a slight variation
but the mission remains

I digress. I awaken in distress.

I feel it as the sands slip so easily
from my hands as time does pass
her face is gone, her illness faded
all i have is that notion of love
and images of a haunted chase.

ill of this plane, of the utterly mundane.

I frown and begin a day.