Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future fears–
Tomorrow?–Why, Tomorrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday’s Seven Thousand Years.
Fill the Cup
Wasting Time
I spend my time waiting for something,
I’m not sure what it is.
Always reaching for a golden ring,
Looking for a reason to live,
Taking life as it goes.
Searching, searching, wasting time.
Taking cold showers, going home alone
In the early morning hours.
Tired of getting dead flowers,
People knocking on my door,
It always ends
With a bed on the floor.
Eating bread and getting stoned,
Can never remember, where’s my home.
Wasing film with goofy poses,
Eating cheese, drinking mimosas.
©2007 P. Schwartz
All Rights Reserved
Hawkwing
Endless perimeters in the sky
I grasp your view like prey
And guide your eyes
Into the sun
As I draw circles with golden fire
Trailing in feathered bands
At my wingtips,
Lit from above.
©2006 HWD
Summer Farm
The summer grass is high
The sky is blue
It seems as though
A man could live forever, too
No dreams of yesterday
No worries of tomorrow
No thoughts there are of winter
And its sorrow
Aye, its sorrow
©2006 Frank Schwartz
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Lesson
Lesson
Do not hope too much –
Do not despair.
For tho there is a beginning –
The end is already there.
©2006 Frank Schwartz
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Make Game
“The Quarrel of the Universe let be:
And, in some corner of the Hubbub coucht,
Make Game of that which makes as much of
Thee.“
This Season’s Fair Creature
For your amusement, here’s a snapshot taken during my cheerful day at the fair this year.
This was a creature found in the back area of this year’s Fair, staring from behind the bars of a cage. The only adjustments in this photo were to the brightness of the image and the addition of copyright info, otherwise unretouched.
Best regards,
GN
Goetic Night
Scarecrow at the Fair
The image you see is what confronted me when strolling through last year’s county fair on a late summer afternoon.
I wonder, what do you find when you go to the fair?
Just cotton candy?
Best regards,
GN
Goetic Night
A Horror Writer’s Annoyance
Forgetting to jot down ideas, that has to be one of my bigger annoyances.
Haven’t you ever leaned back into your pillow at the end of your night, and a few sweet little horror ideas pop into your mind? An intelligent person would keep a little recorder or at least a pad and pen next to the bed.
Then, when you awaken the next morning and have had your coffee or tea, you remember…
…but only that you had a killer idea or two just before sleep, that’s it, not the actual ideas! Oh, they’re lurking in the back of your head somewhere, yes, but at least half the time they never surface again.
When will I learn to keep a simple little pad and pen next to the bed?
If I had to reveal another annoyance, it would be hearing the most outrageous horror tales on the evening news and knowing not one of them would make a believable horror story.
Best regards,
GN
Goetic Night
Goetic Night
Sink your teeth in deep, we’ll have a good time here. You’re welcome anytime to look in and see what Goetic Night’s creator has in mind.
Included here will be news on Goetic Night, horror and dark fantasy in general, and information of a more personal nature, as is only fitting for the blog called Goetic Night.
Best regards,
GN
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