Coming Morn

Upon the ink my needle is spun, upon a white virgin crest,
Spun from heart and tattered cuff,
And cast from naked chest.


From the rubble, the hellish struggle, I feel a turning tide,
All the while, comforts the smile,
My burning ember bride.


The tunnel is long and you would pot holes to stray,
And though the light be as needle prick,
It only seems so far away.


Use your meditation, by take of whatever form,
Use it to stand-fast,
Hold strong against the storm.


So with pen and page, and sight no longer forlorn,
I say goodnight to the dark,
Hello the coming morn.



Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

I Care Not

I care not for your daily tales,

The sound passes through my worn ears

Like wind through tattered sails,

Like holes in a fishing net

The words pass through,

Escaping the sounds

The dull hums of you.


Drown me over board,

Cast me no line,

I’ll forget your words in the sands,

Of my sinking time.

I empty my lungs and sink into the black crush,

Don’t pull me back to your vomit of words

Your tedious gush.


I care not for your inverted commas acceptable version of events,

No smile will break my cheeks

My dead pan face

Frozen in place,

Lost in sand grain stars 

And all their endless space.


Suck me into a black hole,

Void of interest I feel only darkness towards your insipid matters,

You puncture my mind with your worm hole drawl,

As you grind out your mouth soil

At slowest grinding crawl.


I care not for your watered down yarns,

The slow turns of your materialistic wheel

Spun by your constant uninspiring spiel,

Turn the wheel to release the noose drop,

Let the trap door open

Let the teeth clattering stop.


Clattering with rusty tracks screech,

The constant need you have to give unwanted speech,

Your tongue flapping like a runaway train

Whistles in my tunnel ears 

My tinnitus brain.


 I care not for your holy sermon preached from on high

By the grace of God go forward say I,

Preach your gospel

Your enlightened views

To ones that would, and do so choose.


So as my dead eyes stare back at you,

Lost black ships abandoned in their milky pools,

I remain anchored by your conversation rock

Longing for time to speed its tick,

And hasten,

Its tock.



Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

Cool Winter Sand

To be innocent again

fresh as a fist full of cool winter sand,

when fingers were clenched and the feel of milky way grain did slip away,


When peppermint treasure came from a wood covered cave, past heavy door

when sherry scent and grey smoke formed comforting cloak

when I rode a giants shoulders and listened for fern cones falling,


onto paths

upon which, my father did roam.

When happiness was a honey spoon or vegetable patch hole

minds eye lost

day dreamers soul.

When brook and stream were there to be dammed

mud to be held

by innocent hand.

Soldiers commanded behind cork wine wall

a windows ledge

they did so fall.



Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

Evil Acts

Evil acts becoming so common

love, all to trodden

under boot of evil mind

pains the sorrow of all mankind.


Terror thrashes at good and light

but only strengthens peoples might.

We do not bow to acts so cruel

they will not command

nor shall they rule.


In the darkest moments

the kindest hearts beam.

Beacons of hope for all to see

no evil could know such bravery.


I hope for a better world

for children anew.

A time when evil stops

and love

pulls through. 



Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.


I am the vampire in your life, causing pain and supplying strife.

Sucking the core from your soul, taking your life and consuming it whole.

No cross or spike nor illumination light, will help you against my worry, my pain, my plight.

I am the vampire who takes control, contorting and reshaping your helpless soul.

Hold your bible close, say your prayers, your in this nightmare now, with all my cares.

The vampire you see is not me, it is a mirage of the man I used to be.

Feed I will on your light, consuming and fading your inner might.

But stay strong, resist my will, fight back and battle still.

The night is long but so is the day.

 Have faith in me.

Set me free.

Bring back the man, I used to be.




Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.