eternity

eternity

By J. Lynne Moore

 

quarks, protons, electrons, atoms, molecules

cells, organs, flesh, body

steam(gas), water(liquid), ice(solid)

 

one is all,

all are one

infinite cycle…

cycling infinitely

 

can you tell the beginning…

from the end?

 

gaze upon the mirrored mirror

as you recite pi

eternally, eternal, eternity

 

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The Night Freddie Met His Doom

The Night Freddie Met His Doom

By J. Lynne Moore

He found himself alone in the dark,
Freddie had spent five, dark, soulless nights,
In the cold dead space of the silent, uninvited hills.

The clock tower chimed the 11th hour
And he was surrounded by the evil dead.
He had been the 7th guest of a hideous corpse party.

But now everyone had been left for dead.

Freddie knew he shall never make it until dawn,
For when the evil within had its way
He would assuredly be dead by daylight.

The evil residents of this fatal frame,
Were the blood borne spawn of hell,
And the dead were rising to take him away…

It would be a dark decent into eternal darkness…

Down to Dante’s Inferno of the condemned!

A/N – This is just a fun poem, an ode to many of my favorite video games.

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Dancing Shadow

Dancing Shadow

By J. Lynne Moore

that shadow dancing
on the wall
resembles me
but then again
not at all
slumbering through
my waking day
this shadow follows
me in every way
I haven’t got a clue
you see
I have no idea
what it wants
with me
does it wish me ill
will it do me harm
or…is it following me
as my lucky charm
the shadow dancing
in the light
haunts me
in the night
is the shadow who I am
or is it who I want to be

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Envision

Envision

By J.Lynne Moore

Through the sparkling darkness,
Screaming whispers
Full of empty knowledge
Sound the silent bells
And freeze the flames of water.

Dumb mouths speak of motionless winds,
Transporting blind seers
Beyond the frigid embers
Of the somber day-star,
Allowing deaf ears to heed great inflections.

Permeating from the ignorant seers,
Profound phrases
Saturate the vacant consciousness
Within the perishing immortals,
Permitting the noble assemblage to converse.

Behold the meager utterance
Of a rimed thunderbolt,
As it provokes a tranquil cataclysm
And manifests frivolous deliberation
Amongst the vile congregation.

Enticed by the vapors of righteousness,
Animated quietus descends ravenously.
Coerced to placidly expel their quintessence,
The nefarious seers rupture vehemently,
Amalgamating into the fissures of their exiguous universe.

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Eternal Hunter

Eternal Hunter

By J. Lynne Moore

Secrets crawling,
In the dark.
Caressing shadows…
Hit the mark.

Devious intent,
Swirls contrite;
Innocent to victim,
Evil’s blight.

Tank of emotions…
Empty… not a drop.
Human automaton,
Won’t ever stop.

Bloody hands,
Numbing rage,
Sings a new song,
Torn from an old page.

A prize now won,
Move on to the next.
Just a day in the life,
Of a soul vexed.

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