Image, Chaos, Man
hazardous strokes
ink stained lines
of a man lost
madness of his mind
lines lain like prose
in chaos thrown
pain yet so real
eyes bleed
brain fried
images burnt
into a man's face
ink stains
mind in strains
lost to torrents
of chaotic lines
drawn a man
image of
the damned
4/23/23 – Andy McRae
Spirits Ignite, Inferno Lights
crackle, smoke lifting off wood,
licks of ember rise in a silent grove
clearing where we gather 'round
chairs, folded out, feet towards
a fire, from a spark, 'til bon',
speaking of tales past,
yet locked in present
words leave lips
wicks burnt, whispers
over a charred lore
into night, we pour
our being, ourselves
spirits ignite,
inferno lights.
4/16/23 – Andy McRae
Woven
woven flares on dusk
rolled out plaid,
a blanket with little rough
whisky and wine
glasses empty beside
in clearing free of brush
witness the flying
moon, waning cresent
dim lit vale illumines
two souls woven
as the stars above
slowly luster fades
into fluttering dreams
4/16/23 – Andy McRae
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