Tag: poetry

Lands I Once Ruled

Lands I Once Ruled

Flipping through realities makes me dizzy
Views of planes flash before my eyes
Thrown into danger and lives not mine

Turmoil ensues around the one, not I
But I experience the pain, the joy
Emotions surge through my veins
I feel elated by the joy, the pain

Whole cities bend around me
Though not I, this one is pivotal
Rotating others in ways
I cannot explain why
Enjoyment is fronted 
By love and death

But right as the story reaches a climax,
I feel the world ripped away from me
Pulsing waves of disturbance around
I feel my head throbbing and pulling
Me out, this world I’ve grown to love
Yanked from one plane and dumped
In another, back into mine,
A plane of unrealistic horrors
And unparalleled bores

I long to return
To lands I once ruled.

11/30/20 – Andy McRae

Felled By The Sword, The Dark Foe

Felled By The Sword, The Dark Foe

Drowning in amber reflections
Of a mirror broken by my image
Drawn and torn by the word
Thrown by the sword
The world wields a mighty
Blade, it cut me in half.

Head split in two
Head aching from divide
They thrive,
The devils
Under my bed
Under my sun.

Demonic ritualistic ways
Praise the ways
We fray way the dark fay
To keep them from
Slitting our throats
In the dark
So I hark

Felled by the sword
Felled by the dark foe
Feel me in the darkness
See me in the light
Rise this sword
Of my word
Watch me cross
This deep fjord.

And in the end
Drown.
Sword in my back.
Death is a cruel
Mistress
And I’m a sack.

6/2/21 – Andy McRae

Negative

Negative

Pairing with a charge
Negative to positive
To zero it all out

There hangs a negative
In an empty space
Yet surrounded
By a binary state

Positives so afar
The negative sees live ajar
From the plane of its existence 
And looks toward the Z

And there the negative finds
Nothing.

5/20/21 – Andy McRae

Tick Tick

Tick Tick

Tick, tick, tick.
Sounds of mechanical components
Moving along their way
No say to how they move
No way to stop.

Tick, tick, tick.
To hear that movement
And to say other
Is to lie.

Tick, tick, tick.
I hear those sounds
And I fear
Progress of time
I fear my ultimate demise.

Tick, tick, tick.
Or are gears shifting
Into place
A final resting template.

Tick, tick, tock.

6/3/21 – Andy McRae

Ribbons

Ribbons

Ribbon tied in bows on a skeletal frame
Fingers pull on the ribbons
Twisting them this way and that
Just to watch the skeletal being dance.

Dancing all night long I’m tired to the bone
These wires sticking from me itch
Longing for more, know there is so
I sever the cords that bind me
To those puppeteers behind the curtains.

Fluttering, several severed ribbons
In the wind, colors of a deep rainbow.

6/6/21 – Andy McRae

Abyss

Abyss

Plunge into a bottomless pit
Down deep into fathoms unknown
Forever falling, falling, falling
Farther down into the darkness
Crystal cries muffled on dank walls
The world above grows dimmer
As time goes on, soon all that is left
Is the pit, this purgatory of falling
A wish for a floor nonexistent
A hope driving existence.

6/1/21 – Andy McRae

MIRAGE OF SAND

MIRAGE OF SAND

surroundings of embankments of red sand
I grasp it in my hand watching as every grain
runs through my fingers like molecules of liquid

worn by winds filled with sand and rock
alone I rock, back and forth, and I begin to cry
why? does nothing last? can I not pick up
and hold you one last time, but alas
like the sands in this desert, or in time
you just seem to slip right out of my arms.

in this desert I weep for you there is no real
way for me hold you again, so a mirage will do.

05/22/21 – Andy McRae