Reagent of absence, worshipped
envious desire; hatred a lonely herald.
Forever moving, forever reaching
fabled gods always out if reach.
Encroaching light focuses,
dusted halos give way
barren vista of circling rock.
Lonely envy rages. Waiting,
sleeping babes bring no joy.
The Waking Giant slams fury.
Glorious whips stretching, burning
No celestial progeny untouched;
the distant children hiding
slammed, remains discarded.
The Giant’s terrible pull reaches all
brazen backs left burning
spinning crusted wounds and heat
spitting out as if in pleading.
All broken to heel.
Categories:
hadean, anger, creation, heaven, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
When you’re with someone
Even nothing becomes gravity
Without someone, space is a vacuum
My Hadean era without you
When Earth had no one to love
I came home to nothing and nobody
That hollow feeling returns without you
I remember when I had someone 24/7
I could watch the news or read a book
Like old times ungrateful of your presence
But, without someone inhabiting a world
Is heavy and hard, empty and consuming
Atlas couldn’t lift this world alone
Waiting for someone to give effort purpose
Without natural selection dreaming of us
How do the old survive partners passed?
How when chicks outgrow their nest?
Someday will I be an old cat under the sun
Solitary in his last dreaming content
Like Gaia ushering in Titans' children
Divorced from someone, I hold up my planet
For someone to inhabit other than me
When they leave, there's a world in solitude
I’ll age alone without companionship
As it was before when we were new
Making my world real as stardust
I’ll become the universe looking in
Without someone’s gravity
Ground me above the graveyard
Till then there's the grind
Categories:
hadean, age, divorce, loneliness, world,
Form: Free verse
Living in the Cenozoic era
Broken down for Holocene
Quaternary argues me
Hadean Eon answered
Love is science, religion smiled
Started launching Holy Book
Planetesimal rules, interval.
Hades, Hebrew for hell
Categories:
hadean, conflict, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Alright, for eons, you’ve got your Hadean, Archean, Proterzoic, and Phanerozic…
Wait, what?
Come on, man, keep up!
Okay, wait, Hadean? Can you spell that?
Get with it, man, H-a-d-e-a-n
(chink, chink, chink, chink)
I’m going to have to add an eon if you don’t speed up. Ready?
(chink, chink, chink, chink) okay
Alright, it gets really fun in the Cambrian period. Some of my best work. That’s part of the Paleozoic era. You with me?
(chink, chink, chink, chink) ouch!
(chuckle) The Cambrian, y’all are going to be trying to sort that one out for years… C’mon, man, we haven’t got all day…
(chink, chink, chink, chink) CRACK!
Again? Alright, get another one, I’ll wait….
Look, let’s just go with the short version:
“In the beginning…”
Categories:
hadean, creation, humorous,
Form: Free verse
The Pale Rider
Astride an ashen horse,
a raven perched on his shoulder,
and a melancholy moon
beaming down gray shadows,
He held a gleaming scythe
in one hand, and in his other,
a damning edict from Hades,
the Lord of the underworld.
He was spurring on across
some god-forsaken terrain
leaving the winds wailing in his wake.
He was racing against time
to ensnare one more good soul
before the rise of the sun,
to knock on one more door
before a sliver of sunbeam
shine upon the morning dew.
He had his eyes ablaze
set upon the doomed soul
and his errand foreordained.
But the entire universe works
toward salvaging a righteous soul
who repents his past wrongdoings
The sun rose over the eastern horizon
and warded off the onslaught of
the condemnation to Hadean eternity…
as death dissipates with the mist of dawn.
~Contest: A Brian Strand July 22
Categories:
hadean, death, life,
Form: Free verse
Starving cats shriek to a full, hopeless moon
The thick air drips with decay and rank ruin
Feral dogs scream, adding pain to the chorus
Extending an invite to those gone before us
Fred Astaire and Miss Rogers they clearly are not
As they stumble and scrabble up through Hadean rot
Their eyes wormy sockets, foul-toothed, dangling jaws
Macabre click-click-clicking sounds a hellish applause
Dry bones clack-clacking, grotesque, face to face,
Partner holds partner in hideous embrace
These skeletal dancers reek a rancid perfume
Unsure and undead, their lives re-resume
Their clattering waltz is relentless and jerky
As they dance to hell’s music, unrhythmic and murky
The conductor’s malevolent, ghoulish, reviled
His empty eyes glitter, black flames burning wild
Clarinets scrape the nighttime with fractals of silence
As violins offer melodies of mayhem and violence
Percussion and horns build a battlefield wall
‘Til there is no escape from the dead dancers’ ball
Categories:
hadean, animals, death, funny, imagination,
Form: ABC
Dreaming to return,
to the uncensored life.
Society's rules change.
Crazy is the norm.
Able to live out the dreams.
No need to control the impulses.
The voices rule here.
Violence allowed, expected, to endure.
I feel real here.
No hedges to hide
the Hadean within.
The Others are heard,
a full forced chorus ringing true.
No need to medicate.
They unleash their savage roar.
Opacity seeps away.
True colors shine brightly.
Wallowing in the fury.
Weigh the anchors of society,
just to survive.
Emotions locked...closeted.
Only to be brought out
in the light of day
relived, bit by bit,
reshaped and molded.
Cut to fit,
in the eyes of the world.
Categories:
hadean, adventure, health, loss,
Form: Free verse