About merlinspielen

Computer jockey with a graphite pencil merlinspielen.com I enjoy random email: merlinspielen at gmail dot com

Post: Life isn’t fair…

Stark accumulation of truth

Came across this picture in a social media feed, and it reminded me of the film Labyrinth.

Sarah: That’s not fair!

Jareth: You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is?

Hardest pill I swallowed was realizing I meant nothing to people that meant a lot to me.

Truth hurts

Post: Killing my Clones

I am killing off my social media clones that I had used to promote my writing. Twitter; Facebook; and anywhere else that I can remember creating MerlinSpielen or Stephen Mumble web presence. 

I linger here even though I have moved some work elsewhere – there are over 2000 posts in this site and whenever I start looking for the ones that are not awful – I get distracted! 

Inertia is a powerful force! 

Ramble: Consternation

I want to be more than this tangled mess of feelings
You fill me with want and panic and sweet dread
Concrete shoes upon my feet pulling me down
Into the eternal green of wine-tossed seas

There is no hope
No escape from what I am
Once upon a time
I had dreams
Sweet as summer clover
Waiting to be mown
Raked into windrows
Dried beneath summer sun
Now I am fallow emptiness
Overgrown with scrub
And Goldenrod
Copse of young black willows
Bending flat in the wind
You are innocent catalyst
releasing demons long suppressed
I am winnowed chaff
scattered by ancient winds
across fields you will never see.

Ramble: Zero to Sixty

shattered the morning with coffee again
broken mug patterns of ceramic and cream
Guatemalan grind bitter black dreams
it rarely ever gets better than this

I used to think
there'd be someone
who would laugh
along with me at 
my clumsy mess

empty voice echoes off hot shower walls
Ella Fitzgerald lyrics rinsing the blues
drip slap staccato showerhead spray 
washing cold morning down through old pipes

lonely is how I am
solitude is what I have
soft cotton towels
warm from the dryer
my only caress

hollow spring rain on patio doors
tip-tap trickle tapping inside my brain
February fading flooding away 
discarded bags in gutter and drains

store bought
chocolate cupcake
cellophane wrapped
topped by wax candles
six decades of stale wishes 
all blown away.