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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

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

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



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

immobile, mortal love cast in bronze.
measurable lines divide a garden’s center
from a stricken soul,
lost in torrents of a brewing hurricane.
can bronze tear, lonely drops of dew.
can a man break,
from a clouded mind of lorn.
bronze in a garden of lilies,
beyond finger’s grasp.