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Rushing to the Reaper

Posted on April 11, 2016 by Charles Yallowitz

We move too fast In everything we do Planning every minute To ensure all gets done As if death is at our door You see it on the road People weaving into harm As if the reaper Is racing up … Continue reading →

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Dungeon Crawlers

Posted on April 4, 2016 by Charles Yallowitz

In search of fame and fortune They delve into the darkest holes Magic torchlight licking skulls Of those that failed to live Dust and dirt stuck to the floor Held fast by long-dried blood Creatures scurry within the gloom Harmless … Continue reading →

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Tis the Day of Fools

Posted on April 1, 2016 by Charles Yallowitz

 Tis the Day of Pranks Where nothing is what it seems Or everything is true Paranoia settles in With no escape until the dawn Traps are lurking Yet maybe they are not Is that friend genuine Or coaxing you into their … Continue reading →

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Fragile Muse

Posted on March 28, 2016 by Charles Yallowitz

Our spirit of inspiration Gentle pixie on our shoulder With her ink-stained wings And body cloaked in paint Flitting on the edge of thought Heard just enough to guide our dreams Her power is at our cores Dwelling in our … Continue reading →

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The Final Generation

Posted on February 19, 2016 by Charles Yallowitz

Darkness at the edges Always has been And will forever be Yet every generation says We will not be the last We cannot be the last Humanity is eternal So our actions continue Pointing fingers and passing debts Believing the … Continue reading →

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Author’s Monkey Mind

Posted on January 30, 2016 by Charles Yallowitz

A long exhausting day Where the mind wanders Distractions yanking it  away So progress takes a hit Just like the friggin’ phone Mourning lost time The author crawls into the cot Pillow stealing muscles’ strength Blanket tickling at his nose … Continue reading →

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Raise a Glass

Posted on January 1, 2016 by Charles Yallowitz

We raise a glass to all our friends Of the past and present To those you knew Within your youthful days To the ones you meet Along your winding path To the pals who wandered far away Never entering your … Continue reading →

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Scholar Flies

Posted on December 25, 2015 by Charles Yallowitz

They emerged Upon the start of all Born from the corpse Of a timeless void Murdered By the opening of history Called the Scholar Flies They form the greatest swarm Releasing a thunderous hum As if they are pondering All … Continue reading →

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Night of the Ghost Dance

Posted on December 18, 2015 by Charles Yallowitz

Starry skies are set abuzz Killing all but a lonely echo Evil rises in moonlight dim Leaving their shadowy tomb Ears of vapor listen for the concert To tell them when to dance Once it starts, the dance is endless … Continue reading →

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Life and Times of Ichabod Jones (A Poem)

Posted on December 11, 2015 by Charles Yallowitz

I stumbled onto this poem and was surprised to find that I never posted it.  For those that don’t know or remember, Ichabod Jones became Ichabod Brooks.  This stems from his original incarnation.  The title make work if I ever … Continue reading →

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