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Dream for all seasons

When we close our eyes,
And clear our senses,
When the blanket of night
Covers the land,

We can drift away.

We can float into the clouds,
Dive to the deepest depths
Of the ocean floor,
Become the winds of springtime,
Or the falling leaves
From autumn trees.

We can feel
The warmth of summer days,
Or skate freely
Across the frozen lakes of winter.

Within our dreams
We are free.

The power to imagine,
The ability to wander
Beyond the boundaries
Of the waking world,

Cannot be taken from us
By greed,
Or hatred,
Or the darkness
That a few carry within them.

For those who live only
Through greed and hatred
Are not truly free.

They are prisoners
Of their own minds,

While we,
With our eyes closed,
Can soar with eagles.

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This Lighthouse Earth

A beacon
Shining in the darkness
Of black space,

Surrounded by
Gas,
Ice,
Fire,
And dead rock.

And yet,
It shines.

This small,
Forever blue
And radiant globe,

A fragile light
Suspended in darkness,

A lighthouse
In an endless sea
Of nothing.

This is Earth.
Still turning.
Still shining.

Despite what we
Have done to her.

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Journey of the three fates

I sit as my three selves,

Past,
Present,
And future.

I am afloat
Upon a small wooden boat
That is slowly taking on water.

Beneath a starry sky,
I travel a dark river
Through a hazy landscape.

The future faces forward,
The past looks behind,
While the present
Holds its head in its hands.

All three are blindfolded.

The turbulent waters
Confuse any sense of direction,
As the oarless boat
Drifts upon the rapid current.

But in what direction?

Is the destination
The waterfall
That empties itself
Into the vast black void?

Or is it
The presumed dry safety
Of the riverbank?

The immense darkness
Of the void is as indescribable
As it is inevitable.

Yet the dry land
Beyond the riverbank
Holds its own enemies.

There may be no safe direction,
Only different forms
Of uncertainty.

This is the journey
Of the three fates.

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Nova Centauri:  Part Two – An Impossible Truth

He hovered in the shadow
Of that nameless stone,
The stars burning silently
Beyond the canopy.

The PIT trembled softly,
Its engines barely breathing,
While the massive asteroid turned,
Slow, immense,
And utterly indifferent.

John stared at the surface.
Black rock.
Ancient scars.

A wilderness of stone
Without atmosphere,
Without sound,
Without any reason
To be there.

He reached for the controls.
Three mechanical sleds
Unfolded from beneath the hull.

One
Then two
Then three.

They extended like metal claws
And bit into the asteroid surface.

CLAMP.
The PIT settled.

For the first time
Since leaving Earth,
John felt still.

He released his harness
And sat beneath the great canopy,
Alone with the stars.

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Nova Centauri: Part One Exit Earth

The time had come.

Sleep had abandoned John Vilkas
Long before the journey began,
Hovering at the edge of consciousness
Like a distant planet
He could no longer reach.

But now,
Strapped within the capsule,
Beneath the cold glow of instruments,
He felt the old life loosening its grip.

A lifetime of illness.
A lifetime of worry.
A lifetime beneath the weight
Of a world that had forgotten
How to be kind and decent.

All of it would soon remain below.

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Nova Centauri

I have embarked upon a new world building experiment called Nova Centauri. The storyline will follow the journey of lone cosmonaut John Vilkas.

Sickened by a world consumed by war, hatred and division, the cosmonaut boards a Personal Interplanetary Transport and leaves Earth behind, carrying with him little more than the hope of finding peace among the stars.

His destination is a safe location in space to view the remnants of Nova Centauri 2013, a distant stellar cluster that promises something the world below could never give him: silence.

Placed into stasis, Vilkas begins the long journey through the darkness of space. His sleep carries him through vivid dreams and terrible nightmares, while his solitary craft hurtles onward toward the distant stars. But when John awakens, his journey begins to take unexpected turns.

I am using this storyline to push myself further in a dark sci-fi direction, one of my favourite genres. Along the way I hope to include more cosmic horror, some typical doom and gloom and perhaps weave some Lovecraftian influenced elements which I’m excited to explore. ‘Part One Exit Earth’ will appear shortly.

I hope you enjoy the read.

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Dead Eyed and Dreaming

Dead eyes of black glass
Awaken to a world
Caught within a storm
And cloaked by night.

White, cracking skin
Is covered with
Weeping wounds
That will never heal.

Its silent, screaming mouth
Gapes open,
Filled with flies
And black saliva.

Stinking.

Rotting.

The cursed form
Lurches into servitude.

Its back is scarred
With a thousand lash marks.

Loose, hanging skin
Moves in an unnatural way,
As though something squirms
Beneath the surface.

Dark ebony wings unfurl.

Black feathers fall
Like autumn leaves,
Dried and brittle,
Crumbling into ash
As they touch the ground.

Barefoot,
Clothed in dirty muslin
And rotting flaxen rope,

Filthy hands
Grope blindly
At the air before it.

Bent and broken,

Formed from sin
And torment,

It steps weakly
Into the candlelight.

Dead-eyed,

And dreaming.

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Bone Shaker

Like the hiss of an old television
coming to life,
the dream begins.

The dreamer lies curled
in the foetal position
within a dark, damp structure.

A single crack of light
shines through a small opening
in the floor below.

They begin to kick.
The walls.
The floor.

They beat their fists
against the darkness,
searching for weakness.

Suddenly,
the floor gives way.

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Before and After

We all have multiple lives,
Each wrapped within
Our own timeline.

I was raised in a home
That felt loud
Most of the time.

It was loud for many reasons,

Arguments,
Discussions,
Anger,
Love,
Laughter.

One day, death came along
And silenced that first life.

It visited once more
And silenced my second.

The main difference
With my current life is,

I’m writing the story.

Sadly, that story is set
Within a loud, unsleeping world,

A broken world filled with,
Arguments,
Uninformed discussions,
Where anger is a round orange emoji,
Love, a small red heart,
And laughter
Wears a derisive yellow smirk.

While writing my new life,
In a way, I have become death.

I am the one
Who has brought the silence.
I chose it by design.
To mute the world outside.

So I no longer have to argue.
I don’t have to discuss
Anything I don’t wish to.
Where I have plenty of love,
And laughter when needed.

In the silence I’ve created
I find comfort,

But little hope,

For that loud world
Outside my door.

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The Stairs Behind the Mirror

Following a large crashing sound
From a back room at Nocturna,
Marcel Carreau and Daniel Hargaves
Rush to the office doorway
To check on the builder working inside.

“Monsieur is everything okay?”

Marcel enquired as he peered
Through the dust filled room.

Raphael de Koont had been
Working throughout the day
Moving the large mirror
That was mounted to the oak wall panels
Adorning Marcel’s office.

“I’m fine Mr Carreau,
I fell through,
There is another room
Hidden back here.”

“Oh really?
That is most inconvenient,
But it does happen
From time to time.”

“Do you require assistance”
Asked Daniel Hargraves

“I’m fine,
But this will take a while to fix.”

With that Hargraves returned to door duty.
Marcel stepped into his office

“My goodness what a mess,
Monsieur De Koont
It looks like a large room.”

“Yes, it is rather,
There are stairs leading downwards”

“Downwards?”

Marcel repeated.

“Yes,” replied Raphael de Koont.

He stood ankle-deep in plaster dust,
his jacket powdered white,
his hair containing
a surprisingly large amount of ceiling.

“There are stairs leading downwards.”

Marcel stared at him.

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