Again

Do you feel the pull?
Has it begun to burn within you?
Soon it will start
The howling and the wailing
That uncontrollable urge
Needing to be together
To be bound in flesh
As well as in spirit
You will beg
Crawl on bended knee
Until you bow before me
And the world begins again

Fall

We all inevitably fall.
What matters is how high we crawl,
The time we take to do it in.
Can we, mankind, pay off our sin?
Or are we bound to fall for years?
Pull up by your bootstraps my dears,
Chin up off your knees, feel cheer!
There is more than one way to win.
Perhaps we just prepare to fall.

Falling

The moon begins to fall
The distance I thought so far
It seems was not far at all

Far off a bright shining star,
Beckons a clarion call,
The cry feels so bizarre,

The journey starts with a crawl
Accompanied by guitars
While Moon furthers falls

Writer's Block

The creative process slows to a crawl

My pen is limp in my hand

And…

Now…

I...

Wait…

And now with each word I scrawl

My brain starts to expand

The words begin to flow

Expanding at a faster pace

I allow as that my rest is done

It’s broken its terrible brace

I have lifted the veil and seen

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