Wrong deeds
smolder beneath the ashes
until their heat
kindles a great fire
of destruction.
That which seems to give
comfortable warmth
can explode into consuming fire.

Be careful where you
warm your hands.

The Idea Pile

How many tales have been lost?
To history’s brutal ways
Burned for blasphemy
Torn apart by fear
Never to return to the page
Knowledge buried
So deep it suffocates to death
Stories shredded
Cast to the winds and tides
All that will never be again
One chance to make them last
Destroyed by mindless beasts
Masquerading as men
How much of us has been lost?

Inspired by hearing someone mention the Library of Alexandria and other events that resulted in the destruction of books.  Makes me wonder how many of those tomes held knowledge that could advance us to a new age or stories that could change the way we look at fiction. Ever think that the secret to happiness or the key to global peace had been written long ago, but somebody had the information destroyed?

this train thunders into the night
a madcap monster and dragon of lore –
running from problems and another fight
I’m going where I’ve never been before

tired of your flagellating my soul
tired of the blisters across my mind
maybe craven, surely without a goal
I’m leaving my victim-self behind

no accident brought me to this pass
but a howling gnawing demon, you
the scales now tipped like an empty glass
here take my aureole – know, I’m through

this train thunders into the night
I’ve got no special destination in mind
just moving from darkness towards the light
I’m leaving my victim-self behind

© G.s.k. ‘15

Note: This combination word combination in the wordle and the train image took me in this direction … I actually did at one time grab a midnight train in a moment of “I’ve had it up to here” and might do so some day again .. but at the moment…