The Pallbearers (A Poem)

The Pallbearers.

They carry me westward,

covered in velvet,

encased in mahogany.

Wander to the site of a lonely grave,

hallowed out, ready to embrace me.

A count of five.

Silence among the rustling winds.

A tear escapes the eye of one

as he begins to hum a sorrowful tune.

He sheds inhibition and begins to sing.

A high tenor, trembling slightly.

One, then two.

Three, then four.

The five dour men begin singing the tune of the Foreigner

as I’m buried six feet deep.

Given to the grave.

Into new life.

A Poem (For Jeff)

You pull the mojo pin on your grenade.

I see your soul escape its callous shell

and seep into my mind

and into my heart.

Mingling with my very own soul.

It leads me through the tangles of neurons

to a tranquil place

Soul to soul.

It whispers in a godly falsetto.

A note lasting an eternity

wandering into future eons.

It utters,

“Kiss me. Please, kiss me”

I do.

It fiercely pulls away

Tears begin slowly trickling down its silvery face

as it struggles for a thing to say

“I know that in time, I’ll only make you cry.”

All placidness was lost as it bolted away

back into its shell.

The warm lights dimmed and faded

“No,” I say “this isn’t over.”

“This will not be your last goodbye”

A Tribute to Black Metal (Poem)

Sprawling black roots of sound

extended below by mammoth Tree of Odin.

Bark grey and chipping with age.

Planted in times of pagan gods and Viking raids,

thriving on modern misanthropy

Ravishing grimness overtakes underground.

Chords of obsidian darkness

play to the lost and the damned.

Hel at the reins

directing roots of horrific essence

throughout the bleak countryside of the Eastern front,

the bustling city of liberty,

the jungles of Myan descendants,

the frostbitten forests of the north.

A befouled metallic creation.

Odin stands triumphant.

Prowler in the Yard: A Poem

If you read my last post, I gave a link to my review of the CLASSIC album Prowler in the Yard by the mighty Pig Destroyer. It is truly rock out material of the highest degree, so feel free to read my review of the album and give it a listen when you have the time. In fact, I love the album so much that I wrote a short poem about it! Here it is.

Short Story 1

 Alright everyone! I recently wrote a short story and I hope you all enjoy it. Here it is:

Free Verse Poem 2

Hello everyone! Here's another poem for you to enjoy. This one came out a lot better and more poetic than the last one, so I hope you like it given that this is, like, my third or fourth poem.


They approach hungrily like sharks to helpless minnows.

The smiles on their smug faces radiate anticipation

I sheepishly look downward, the logo emblazoned on my chest

A mess of lines more like a spider’s web than words

“Faggot” they say.

“Where’d you get that ugly rag?”

My reserve of defense bankrupt and empty, cobwebs forming, rot impending

“I bought it” I utter, aggression absent and elsewhere

Barely a pause before the can of sugary liquid renders the logo a sticky, putrid mess

Forced laughter thrown on top, obscuring

Soon, Wolves in the Throne Room are buried like the famished dogs they are

  

Thanks for reading! New poems will be posted every Sunday or Monday.

Free Verse Poem 1

So, I'm taking a creative writing class in college and I thought my poems and narratives would be a good way to keep this blog active during this semester. Album reviews will still pop up every now and then, but my full attention needs to be on school and work :( Anyway, here's my first free-verse poem which turned out alright considering I've never really wrote poetry before. Enjoy.

I sheepishly walk among others in the outside world, paranoid of all the disapproving eyes that seem to burn holes through my faded, makeshift Morbid Angel shirt; morose, ugly, and target of ridicule.  

Severed from a self-made confinement of sounds frighteningly violent, shockingly dissonant, brimming equally with rage and darkness. A world far scarier is horribly close, separate to mine only by a wall uncomfortably thin. A world that can consume my being like an unrelenting black hole. A world only of disapproval and persecution.

I venture through the brightness wary of all. The drive of morbid curiosity too strong, the need for change too high. Yet, I long for the cell of my own creation. Cannot metallic salvation take me home? 

There you go! More poems and narratives will show up on this page throughout this semester and hopefully I can get back to covering music soon. Keep it heavy \m/