The Writing and Thoughts of Kelly D. Tolman. “The Cleansing of Darnuth Keep” my Fantasy Novel, as well as humorous poetry and other poetry, science fiction and fantasy stories, as well as general writing and blogging information.
Fits rock bright days
when the black rain
comes down. My head
hurts so much. Rainbow
drops will spill
my life blood
pumps the agony
further along. Hurt
feels the poison collect
in tiny dark pools
inside. Like gators
come to feed,
the hurts
fling themselves
on My battered psyche.
The reptilian voices
ring and beat
the waves
that seek to drown
my head. But the whales
of hope drift
over to the gentle
shores. Hopes drag
only a few strands
of hot seaweed
to blank the stares
of fits that bind
when the rain falls
black.
The simpleness of insanity
is reflected in golden green
when tin’s polluted face beams
up at the passerby from the pond.
The deft hand of embarrassment
then claims his victim’s senses
as he (the victim) comprehends
the trash we fling at the gods.
Cere’s loving harvest gift
is brought up and pummeled
to make candy bars and rubble
sing the woes of unjust hogs.
The blight of man hovers o’er creation
like shades in the warmth of evening,
and creature stops great, starts believing
the crass counsel of foolish pawns.
Reason unreasonable, unreadable,
credulous, penniless, proken in pity,
becomes the forte of insecurity
while new algae covers the frogs.
Heavy with the fear of understanding
the victim turns his countenance
away from dark circumstance
to find a more apathetic god.
