I normally write prose. Stories, novels, novellas; that sort of thing, but I thought I'd try my hand at some poetry. What you may read will not likely induce tranquility or the utmost desire to love the meticulously placed words but at least you may enjoy them a little. I cannot write poetry. I can write it, but not fascinate people with it. Do not expect greatness in the ensuing sentences. Only expect decency. But first, let's introduce some incoherent philosophical BS. . .

The ever-encroaching dark defeats the light only to be again defeated by the light. The definition of night and day. . .

Perhaps we will see the end of time. Armageddon. Apocalypse. End of Days, if you will. Maybe. But for now let's discard this idea and introduce yet another. Once upon a time, there was a hippie. A sweet hippie. A kind hippie. But also an atrocious hippie. For he regarded pot and sex as a means of everlasting escape. How putrid. But let's discard this idea and reintroduce an aforementioned idea. Time is infinite, but only with E=mc2. Oh, no! The hippie is coming now!. Run away. Metaphorically. Figuratively. Actually, don't run, for you are running from a figment of my imagination.

A great few of you may think that the hippie within my conscious has vanquished my mind. But fret not for I am still in the midst of narration.

And now for some horrible poetic sentences with interesting word placement. . .

Cinquain

The Crypt

No one can see you

No one yet grieves for you

No one yet knows that you are still

Breathing

This be. . .

The winged thing

An expressionless thing

No though of what it leaves behind

Its seed. . .

The blood

coagulates

within you rotten tomb

For this man is no longer here

just yet. . .

Free Verse

These wicked creatures carry me off

Into places yet to be found

From what rotten tomb they dwell I cannot tell

For they fly among the westward swell

High above the rocky abyss I now see

Only to look up and gaze at the demon

But only if it wore a face where faces should be found.

I hope you enjoyed traveling through my twisted mind.

Farewell, my friends.