REALMS OF REASON, INSANITY, MAGIC & MACABRE

Don't Look Back

You have made it over to the other side safely, I see. I hear you moaning in my ear, trying to find your voice. I did not call you to me here, you came to talk to me. So, why not tell me now, was it an accident or a choice? Did you really think I’d wait for you to give me a peek? Inside of your thoughts, inside of that insane mind? I have witnessed it all, I still see the havoc you wreak. It was never hidden well, you’re missing parts left behind. I knew you would return to me, the only one who can hear You screaming to be heard, silenced with whispers of a name. If you lean in and paint with words, pictures might appear, There are no images of those you forgive or those you blame. So, who would you like to speak to directly? Or no one at all? Are you practicing for the moment you have something to say? You shouldn’t have to watch your step, there is nowhere to fall, No one will ever again answer the phone to come out and play. ...

DIRE WOLF Long ago, when I was a wee boy, pretending to be a knight fighting off dragons and creatures unknown, my mother would take leave and come running to me, telling me to never wander off far from our home. “But, why,” I would ask her, “What lies hidden in the wood?"  She remained silent, insisting I mind her every word, the warning seemed desperate, something out there was no good, it was not her words, but her fear and angst that I heard. As I grew up and became a man, I looked at the forest wall, wondering once more, as I often did, what was it beyond the trees?  Next to my fire, just after sundown, I heard a familiar call. T’was the cry of the wolves, was I to fear sounds like these? Among the crickets and tree frogs calling out into the night, the wolves howling brought me a sadness of being so alone that I never wanted to know, out there under the light of a full moon, searching the wood with a howling moan. If I went searching, w...