I read a post on Sleepy Eagle’s site tonight titled A Songwriter, a Monster, and a Myth. Sleepy Eagle wrote, “I never really knew the man, all I had to go by were myths and stories passed down by a family that seemed to hate him. He was abusive, unfaithful, drunk, and stoned on some strange combination [...]
The carnage wreaked its vengeance on those they led into war. The dying and dead lay about them and blood flowed over the land. They eyed each other, swords drawn, knowing for one or both this may be the last few moments of existence. One looked around and saw his comrades no more. He realized he forgot why [...]
I live in the north part of North America. The area which “enjoys” a minimum of four months of snow every year and advertises four distinct seasons. The last few years, since I moved back from the temperate climate of Mexico, has been an eye opener. My garden didn’t survive last year and this year [...]
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Yi-Ching’s waking up new camera strollings :.Something is brewing you can sniff it in the air someone is stirring springs squeak their complaints muffled shuffle of slippered feet ancient hollows blackened alcoves palpable fear replete Something is awaking you can feel it in your bones someone is approaching palpable contraction of intestines pangs like hunger tormented imagination imminent destiny convenes Somewhere it’s happening you can sense it through your glands someone is encroaching unfamiliar footwear on the tiles hushed breath [...]
Once sampled the sweet nectar of lexical love rests on the lips as a kiss would oh temptress is she that I can’t resist her clutches she beckons to the lonely wordsmith helplessly lost in the fading twilight and fosters his spirit hence he may spread his wings in glorious soul flight
When will we be ready then? When we’re all siting quietly, cross-legged on the lawn.. Or in front of the telly.. I can imagine… “This is a CNN ‘Breaking News’ event… we go live to Mount Everest where the lord God is due to make a sensational live public appearance.. stay with us.. after a this message [...]
Archive for Tigercity's Growls »A formless puddle Of energy Rippling, softly Here I float Surrounded by Light I swell In rapturous harmony Existential delight ! Must I go ? Must I choose The trauma And heartache Of this Life ? Darkness descends A bloodied womb My cradle The beating heart My only constancy Oh the pain ! I wince My face distorted Squinting at the brightness Reluctantly I emerge Into the cold
Oh Soul so tender
How You flinch at my touch
A purplish glow
Replaces the light
Revealing the bruises
Inflicted by
Life
Why choose this suffering?
Divine creator
of chaos
I cry…
And I plead
Take me back to the beginning
Oh how I yearn to know!
I am willing
Heart wide open
Listening…
Waiting…
For enlightenment
to unfold
stealthily in search of the key we dip into pockets near and far yet to discover the illusive freedom exists within
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They call me Coal.
In another dimension I am also known as Ichabod.
I am just a little lump.
Not very important you know
I like it that way
I hope you visit soon and often
And leave a piece of yourself behind
In the form of a comment or two
I will be posting excerpts of the book
I wrote in ‘94
I invite you to peruse it when it comes on line
As it is an adventure
For you to enjoy
Gracias mi amigos 
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Looking forward to the excerpts and…
De nada, compadre.
I figured five AM would be the time dead guys are on the prowl:) Marstead, good to see you, If have any questions send me an e-mail.
I recall a Coal post professing a preference for pre-dawn prowling… and the reasons sounded identical to mine…
fruit sun colors now
all graces three knew snake heals
light tranquility
someone heard a whisper
lost amidst the chaos
that we know as early morning call
daily rising crescendo
blast of alarm unclenched
mundane routine excitement
hustle bustle rustle rustle
wash clean floss brush lotion squirt out
nothing that’s not normal
always habitual always breakfast
aways bye-byes always traffic
morning glory horror story
riot police in student uprising
turn it over elevator music
can’t hack a rap beat
can’t itch an undertone
must keep to the schedule
dilly dally frilly folly
knock knock ring ring
coffee break quick nico intake
behind the desk on track for deadline
lowering costs but growing waistline
got to move up removing downtime
march to drumbeat boss is fuming
secretary no more personal assistant
quintessential haircut nail varnish
can I help you? milk two sugars
in a meeting out with others
back for lunch out to dry
tied up loose ends nine to five
crazy end of month disaster
falling sales and rising laughter
mental home I see you clear now
save me from the loony treadmill
anti freeze and anti depressant
sleeping pills and waking sweats
broken dreams and aching necks
making bucks and writing obituaries
love to stay alas car’s waiting
taxi home kids irritating
dinner’s burnt and babysitter texting
“f***ing people no respect now”
boyfriend’s mad and so is baby
won’t miss the weekend sleeping primetime
welcome to the hell on earth rhyme
just wrote above cos I was inspired by the ‘dead man’ topic, the link being a bit abstract but it’s about all the people going to work, their day and asking are they really alive or in fact are they dead? (inside)
Hi tigercity;
I got that from reading it before you explained it. It is quite good.
I like the explanation too. That’s what this place is about, hang your hat where you feel comfortable
and if you read it starting off slowly but increasing the speed through the poem, you’ll know what I mean..
Thanx Ich,
that was a quick response, I think I’m getting the hang of this site and it suits me..
Hi Tigercity, this poem reminds me of ’slam poetry’–spoken word intensity building as it goes along. Lot’s of power and passion rising. Btw, feel free to fly with Fire Fly at will.
Hola Coal and Bernie.
Coal,
We will miss you in your other incarnation. We will share Our poems with you here. We will maintain our link to your former skin in your honour.
Qu’ul cuda praedex nihil!
Thank You Pain.
I appreciate your words as I know they come from the heart and will look forward to your poems.
I really enjoy reading Coal | Strange Brew . It’s very interesting. Hope you will post something like this again.