Lady Of The Night

Pale and pasty in day’s stark light,

Radiant in sun’s wake.

She dominates her domain,

Steals all attention

From uncounted stars.

The heavens dim in deference

To her glowing crown

When she floats

Across the stage of night.

She enchants

With her cyclic dance

As slowly she unveils

Her perfect cratered face.

Oceans rush at her whim,

She lures the seedling from the seed.

And wild dogs sing to her

Revered one of Pagan rite.

Beloved moon muse

Is this a love in vain?

Are you just another

Lady of the night?

This Isn’t Over

Fear, uncertainty and doubt or FUD —

A subversive marketing strategy

To undermine competitors.

I don’t have competitors

But I have a FUD engine.

Uncertainty and doubt are old friends,

I know how to play their game,

And how to not lose.

Fear is the big guns.

Fear is entirely reasonable.

Gone are all the inflated claims

Of its siblings uncertainty and doubt.

Fear doesn’t go for the throat.

Fear doesn’t go for the heart.

Fear doesn’t go for the gut.

Fear doesn’t fight fair.

Fear doesn’t fight at all.

But it leaves you bleeding on the floor

With blood on your own hands.

.

I write myself a note.

In blood.

On the bathroom tiles.

This isn’t over.