Biography of Mark Earls
Dreamer, philosopher, fool: what else could I do but write poetry?
One scifaiku published in Feb 08 issue of Scifaikuest.
Mark Earls's Works:
None as yet.
Mark Earls Poems
Swiftshock palm slap, pulsethrob rear, Deep and savage need fulfilled: Submission.
A Blade Of Grass
A whitesheaf grassblade, truly offered, Simple as love. Will you accept?
Goldbrown leaf in silvered web, Joyously held fast: Perhaps it's in love!
Leatherclad loins, slim silk blouse; The suggestion of twin curves. I'm obsessed!
There was a time when this house, Scaled to my size, comfortable, Was an extension of my self, filled entire by me; Each room known to me, alone.
From bluegrey eyes a fire is burning; Blue-white blazing, black within, Half-seen shape sharpclawed. Limned with fury wings are beating,
Visions Of Hell: Part Ii
There are days, which grow more common, When the Darkness claims it's own, When the Ebonbeast within me Bursts free to claim his throne.
Visions Of Hell: Part I
Crowded tube, bare room to stand, Stops the only air to hand. Sea of faces ever changing,
I find myself, Like a courtier to some fabulous king, Walking through chilled silver On paths strewn with coloured leaves
An Everyday Satori
A moment eternal before memory awakes, Gazing in the chill of a silver morning On the face of beauty incarnate:
I find myself,
Like a courtier to some fabulous king,
Walking through chilled silver
On paths strewn with coloured leaves
Towards a vast palace in shining crystal.