A (wise) man of two faces
Musings, commentary, and the occasional parade of novelty.

Updates Monday - Friday

Curse

I wish you death and despair,
ill health and no hair;
I pray that this hex
withers even your sex
and breaks you beyond repair.


The long, hard job

Sunrise to sunset,
I walk out that door and I
return when work’s done.


The measure of words

Poem
Short and sweet
Rhyming, timing, symbolizing
Still words run deep
Narrating, describing, climaxing
Rich and full
Prose


Labourer

Working on the lines,
it’s just another day of
working on the lines.


To the death

I have loved and lost,
and buried my heart so I
would not love again.


Journey

The storm and the song
carry me along
through war and strife
this tumultuous life
to where I belong.


Tender

Take care whom you hold.
Unworthy arms will never
treat you with respect.


The Eye of the Storm

All of the noise
from the girls and boys
makes me crawl in my skin;
their damnable din
challenges my poise.


Close to our heart

The words that hurt most
come from the mouths of those whom
we most desire praise.


Mute

I am dumbfounded;
the words catch in my throat, and
they refuse to budge.


Foreign

Language
Cascading words
Alien syllables
Hide a depth and meaning beyond
Our ken


The catch

Just what should I say
to the people who’ve hurt me.
My words have failed me.


Letter

My heart,
my Beloved,
I miss you more each day
and pray for your safe arrival.
Godspeed.


Morning malaise

Why did I think it
a good idea to stay
up past 3am?


Birthday suit

It was no surprise:
he came home caked and messy,
just like he was born.


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