The Future

Fountains of pleasure and bubbles keep rising

I am restless

My feet are itching

There’s no escaping-i’m not even looking

The future looms closer

I see it coming

Excitement and fanfare

I can’t wait

I’m just brimming

Watch out city people

Krista is coming.


Standing forward

In full power

Stepping up

As high as a tower

Wielding the hammer

Clear as a bell

I stand to attention

At the gates of Hell

Slamming them shut

Declaring it ended

Not one thing muttered

Nor left defenceless

Impaling the dragon

Turning off the gases

The light is risen.

I’ll bask there in it

Reverently kneeling

In victorious ashes


Let me stroke you lovingly

Hold you carefully

Observe you closly

Hold your gaze

Your hand

Your face

Kiss you sweetly



Embracing your essence

I’ll capture you like a portrait

To hang forever in the caverns and the walls of my heart.


The noose is tightened

As fighting increases

Binoculars stare fixed

Into the the distance

Excitedly watching

The prey keep wiggling

Mouths start watering

As fires are stoked and veggies are steaming

Bodies start wilting

While breath is quickening

Hastily leaping

Before it goes missing.

The Mountain and the Nameless

I called upon the mountain

“Tell me your strength.”

The mountain said, “I am as strong as the valley’s and the caverns that lie beneath.”

I asked “how do you sit so boldly against the sky? Adorning yourself with glacial jewels and crowning mist?”

“How can I be anything else?” The mountain replied

“My name is Majestic, tell me what is yours?”

I do not know, I thought to myself,

I wondered now,