Siege

Their attack crashes against the walls

With a deafening roar 

They pummel the rampart with 

each wave it shatters

Hear them coming howling cries of rage

as they bombard the bastion

Colliding with such force that it trembles 

the fortress to the very foundation

Each day, night, year it dissolves 

it's walls crumble to the seas

For it will never hold and in the end must fall

The Creature

In the winter of the night

In solitary stands

a creature of earth and sky

Whose reach exceeds its grasp

In fires light that pierce the night

Heralds a day of atonement

When all is clay once more

The sea sinks deep in rock

The end will near

The Creature bows its head in silence

Poet Meshugeh

Hear the noise
The children playing
The honk the screeching
Birds chirping, laughter
Poet sits in wasted room
With sea of paper looming tall
Ink splats soaking
The sunlight moving on
Poet sulks moodily
Draining his thoughts with pen
Wind thru open window sweeps
The sea becomes a fury
Circling the poet viciously
Cunning quick cutting deep
Poet sits
In ruin waste

The Storm

A raging storm beneath the surface lays.
All tangled in its dreary mess,
Grasping at the shore.
Burrowing in as a worm does an apple.
Screeching and howling at the cliffs.
Cutting deep gashes in its face.
Bombarding cliffs with hash attacks.
Careening at the shore with malicious intent.
Gauging out its mark without remorse.
Flinging its self upon the shore 
With a child’s raging temper.
Griping the shore, dragging its self upon the rocks.
Moving with a crash that could shatter glass.
Momentous flowing force hurtling towards the shore.
Then Nothing