Spies above our eyes
Poe lies, no cat so lowly
foolish -- a reader of minds no
blinds. Snow arriving unlike his
paws, no cat to see from where
Carl sat – the cat more slick
as snow will snap, not
a twig nor limb weightless --
No wonder, his image set in
marble in temple, the consort
of witches, a comfort for both
old and child...the cat will
always beguile, the unwritten
Precious of Gollum….
Wondering where you are tonight?
Under the starlight I sail so bright
Rowing on surface waters that haunt me
Your faces on calm waters showing me
With my oars I hold so tight
Like your hold in me that caresses me
Winter dew that chills at night
Your heart in me, snugging me
Darkness now crawling on land and seas
On this river fitful hours spooking me
As birds and bees hiding in waft trees
Nearness of you following me
Winding, reaching the river bottom
Standing in white is cladding me
Over troubled waters you're standing over gollum
Your heart in me that's shielding me
Souls amid vagueness
we sustain an inheritance
when affection is betrayed
the fights ratified a farewell
prior, we struck the shore
In the last spell of my life
faults are piled high on the mound
it swirls and coils into clouds
I must uncover my path; I am lost
In this swarm of torn seasons
without anything
I have sprung up to the summit
I smile when I notice...
hazy veil of the night rise
breed shivers off my handle
With one stroke, one can restore one’s life
There was on top a loss of insight and wit
Avalon-like in the Gollum
and, there is no absolute power
or fables
awaken the venerable
to the days of audacity
On clear days, honey abounds
Swathe across each space
even the downbeat ones
born from a bold hand
escaping from hives
bees flew away from the disarray
even more so now than before
they were wretched to find the blooms
If you recognize, how an artist reckons
all eyes will be on the hibiscus
through every conflict
Written: October 23, 2022
Do you ever think about film characters in the realms of reality?
Think about someone like Grima Wormtounge making Saruman a pot of tea?
What about the eye of Sauron trying to find someone to play monopoly or Frodo, giving the ring to Gollum so he can go just home for tea?
Ever think about the characters with their nail clippers, getting waxed or brushing their teeth?
Imagine Rambo with a lawnmower that’s gone faulty?
Or what about The Terminator assembling IKEA furniture quietly?
Ok, try to picture Deadpool trying to find something to wear to a fancy dress party.
What about the ‘man with no name’ listening to the payment options for a flat-screen TV?
Now, what about James Bond getting pissed on your settee or Jason Bourne, bag in hand, waiting to see if the dog just wanted a pee?
Do you ever think of film characters in the realms of reality or is it just me?
12/22/14
Props to the original Baggins
And his bravery towards the dragons
While he could've stayed behind with the wagons
Just a hobbit and quite the comic
But he should've watched it
And use all logic
Before trying to put on the ring inside of his pocket
Because another was unfortunate and lost it
This made him scathing mad
As he continued aging and
Inside a cave in the hills, far away from any raging sands
Originally had a name
But overtime he had changed
And was no longer the same
They didn't know what else to call him
Except for Gollum
Because he had fallen
And became solemn
Meanwhile the orcs
Marched with force
After coming into contact with the source
Of all evil from the North
The bell continued to toll
As the trolls
Looked to take all souls
With a heart darker than coal
During the events
The mist was dense
And full of suspense
But the ents that were immense
Put in their sense
And helped their allies get across the fence
Here we go again
Around the bend
It didn't end
In the eyes of children, ladies and men
Who could be considered a trusted friend?
By: Dalton Ogletree
Were you offered an adventure
past the gateway to the lake
for a share of golden treasure?
What decision did you make?
Were you captured by some hungry Trolls
while spying all alone?
Did the magic in the sunlight
turn your enemies to stone?
Did you travel on a pony
through the mountains in the spring?
Did you really riddle Gollum?
Did you dare to steal his ring?
Do you know the King of Eagles?
Were you once his honored guest?
Did you travel through the forest
with King Thorin and the rest?
Did you ride the running river
on a barrel made of wood?
Did you really tease a dragon?
Did it do you any good?
Do you live in Hobbit comfort
with the money that you made?
Do you boast of how the Goblins
and the spiders fear your blade?
Will you now forsake adventures?
Have you put away your sting?
Are you still the only burglar
for the Wizard and the King?
Were you truly born the only son
of Belladonna Took?
Or are you simply lost in an
extraordinary book?
These days, i avoid the mirror...
Shunning my reflection, as a hunched Gollum
Ducks his head from the sun’s incendiary stare –
I do not want to see…
Do not want the mirror’s truth,
Etched in the hollows of my cheeks,
In the death’s head darkness that dwells in my morbid eyes
My demise lurks in the mirror,
Watching, biding his sweet time
And the child that I was is just a memory I chase, desperately
Through dream-dappled meadows,
In a haven that no longer exists…
My life has dwindled,
Shrunk to the point of light on the head of a pin,
i survive on mere seconds of borrowed time,
Snatched moments here and there,
Handfuls of dust trickling through my fingers
Into the greedy belly of the hourglass…
It is all just a half-hearted dance macabre waltzed on a floor of shadows
Lies and truth are demon partners at my shoulder
And love is Eurydice flitting in my wake from the depths of Hell,
She calls my name but if I turn to look,
Even to savor a final incandescent tryst of souls –
I will burn to ashes and die
Rugged room of like cavern, mountain.
Beneath is a stream of hot fluid.
Sole soak the Lord of the rings can bleed.
A meteorite quiet fountain.
Hot golden lava slowly strickles;
Behold, floats Gollum the monstrous ghoul.
To the volcano's bluff, it fast crawls.
At last, came and flaming fright bristles.
Before, like princely film, in air, hoofs.
Hole gate of Mordok to interfuse.
Volcano's chamber choked to peruse.
Lava ripples as the mist storms soft.
Now, Gollum reels with a nova, sonic.
Strikes the vale about, corpses quicken.
An army grows of ressurection.
Orc bones and rotten flesh- demonic.
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