Friday, July 24, 2020

That Sinking Feeling, by Amory McKeever

(image by nonparanoid.deviantart)

At least the water isn't fake
It can be touched, it can be tasted
It smells of the Salton Sea
and like that faulted little lake
the one that shakes your reality
you get swallowed by the quake

At least the water tells the truth
It doesn't let you up for air
just to steal away your youth
It won't shower you with compliments
and build upon your confidence
while secretly the opposite
the whole time you're being used

At least the water doesn't lie
It doesn't fill your lungs
then pretend that you have time
It won't swell up inside your chest
wearing a smile and a dress
taking your last breath
but not kind enough to let you die

At least the water is honest
It won't put your faith in a future
then reveal itself a false prophet
She said you couldn't live without her
and hook and line you bought it
so when you're signing your farewell
this is exactly what she promised

Friday, May 8, 2020

The Lycan, by Amory McKeever

Odin and Fenris (1909) by Dorothy Hardy

Who wins is the one he feeds
The gentleman or the beast
The calm and quiet surface
Or the tempest underneath
Though a noble sets the table
A darker half looks to feast
And the man that is consumed
Will be the one we need

This mask wearing thin
Pretends to be a mortal man
Yet wilding under the skin
Its hunger that bites the hand
Destroyed from the outside in
Still they'll never understand
It's the prize he cannot win
He can never be the plan

The monster wants to pull it
Shed that façade like a suit
Slither from that frail knit
And take his place at the root
His feral personality split
Now becomes the master brute
With no hope or silver bullets
The wolf who ate is absolute

Sunday, April 5, 2020

Breaking Point, by Amory McKeever



This is not my first time
in fact I wish it was the last
Honestly it never ends well
though I'm having such a blast
Alive again with a racing heart
a smile that can warm the sun
Spinning my wheels and I'm ready to start
counting trophies that I haven't won
To feel this way just once
would be enough to wear me out
yet there's no way I want to fall asleep
and I am pleading from the mouth
As quiet as I possibly can
I whisper the message in your ear
Something I've never said before
something only your soul can hear

This won't be the first time
not even the second or the third
I've been down this path before
where the lines are broke and blurred
Sinking again with a breaking mind
a pain that could dim the sun
something that takes a hundred lifetimes to find
was found and lost all in one
To feel this way just once
would be enough to sell me out
but the price is much more steep
and I am bleeding from the mouth
As loud as I possibly can
I say exactly what I mean
when you're slipping through my hands
I'm trying hard not to scream

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Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Viviane, by Amory McKeever



His life was not a fable
there were no heroes left
no one loyal at his table
his heart broken and bereft

Gone were the beasts of legend
where were the maidens of virtue?
they went extinct he reckoned
barren the fields they grew

As chances grew more narrow
his Camelot disappeared
A knight of a nameless barrow
fell into the emptiness he feared

When all that remained was rage
his chivalry hanging by a cord
a goddess reached out from the sage
and bestowed upon him a sword

Her eyes like a storm raging sea
no sailor could ever resist
Her love and champion to be
stood silently bewitched

This enchantress brought to him
empowered and refreshed
a kingdom peering through the scrim
renewed with riches blessed

She said to him where Arthur failed
surely he would succeed
Where the strength of steel is frail
the true power is to lead

People tremble before a brute
but they will follow an ideal
Arm your people with the truth
and you'll never defeat their zeal

Now the rage was relieved
his honor and valor returned
his maiden his Viviane
her love song affirmed

So with that he took her hand
and went boldly into the lake
Gazing deep into her emeralds
a new land he would make



image: 
Lady of the Lake by Gary A Lippincott