The Fog

Dense cold fogs consume my being

Threatening now to do me harm

Falling deeper without flailing

Notice all without alarm

Quietly the darkness deepens

Silently it robs my night

Morning should relieve the sadness

But it dawns devoid of light

Colder now my soul is shaking

Bolder now the darkness seems

Chilled and broken and forsaken

What does all this torture mean?

Sinking slowly never rising

Breath my lungs refuse to make

Beating slower ever slower

Is it my life you wish to take?

written 11/14/10 Sequim, WA

By Todd Royce Gubler

The Dark's Demise

Leave I say you have no place here

Light is all I care to see

Go from me you dark cold none-ness

Go away now let me be

Blocked you’ve had me for to long now

Chained in your cold shackles tight

But you underestimated greatly

Had you thought I would not fight

Foolish darkness know ye not me?

Know ye not the foe you’ve made?

Battle time is now upon you

Feel the sting of Light’s sword blade

Light unleashed destroys your hold now

Just like light over takes the night

Just a candle and your spell is broken

Get thee hence now, feel my light

Brightness you can never conquer

See it now it’s in my EYES

Make a note and never falter

I will be the dark’s demise!

written 11/14/10 Sequim, WA

By Todd Royce Gubler

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The Mind of Time - Poetry of Life Series

The Mind of Time
By Todd Royce Gubler
10/17/09
By the glow of a fire and to the tick of a clock
I sit and ponder my life
The pendulum swinging the fire logs so red
I file through the mess of my thought
Time has escaped me just like that red flame
Seconds to minutes to years
Yesterday I was romping and playing in school
Now I am growing gray hairs
The mind all our master has logged all events
Passion, sadness, and Joy
The clock strikes the hour the fire light dims
Moments forever employed
Silence as the Strike arm recoils between chimes
A paused moment of suspended thought
Time seems to freeze as the strike arm pulls back
Memories forgotten or not
Years, moments, flashbacks, great hurt and jubilee
Then the chime strikes again and sets that moment free
The fire cracks and the ticking again is heard
Master time must again move on
By the tick of the clock and the glow of the fire
My life ponders me now it seems
Scenes, visions, lessons on continuous loop
One must only slow down to see
The ticking so rhythmatic yet the fire dances free
What is it I am to have learned?
From seconds to seasons, Time will not be stopped
Burn fire, burn fire, burn
Green wood to glowing embers, is there really an end
Or is this where the story began?