shadows are running
breaking bones under foot.
arm twisting branches snap
smearing their scent on contact.
resin oozes as blood,
the pungent sap tickles my nose hairs.
a rustling voice whispers movement.
the fresh earthen breath kisses mine.
my eyes peer into the hidden darkness
as I start peeling the shadows, but
stop my curiosity from going further.
crepuscular rays slice into the woods
verifying our little girl’s nightmares.
grandma’s kiss on my forehead
sets me upright, in bewilderment.
Ah my friends please lend an ear,
I have a secret I must share.
When the sun goes down at night
and the moon is in full sight,
I dim the lights, turn off the phone,
slip into bed, but not alone.
For when I crawl between the sheets
it is with Byron, Shelley, and Keats.
Shelley makes me a wanton soul,
ever playing the lover's role.
When I'm wrapped in Byron's prose
the fervor penned curls my toes.
I'm up 'til the stars are at sleep.
Keats words of beauty make me weep.
I have this need I can't deny
that makes me keep a poet nigh.
When I close the book at last
there are no shadows to be cast.
For I have wiled away the hours
enthralled with the poet's powers.
Surely, we walked together...
But just like shadows,
Some cheap ghost climbs in nightly,
Pondering the same.
Were all our lives rich folktales?
Panic knots tighter,
As I must have lost your face—
The one that was mine.
It was written on your body
written in your soul
to keep them all laughing
keep their small minds whole
you painted over it
you take it as it is
living off a captured kiss
to keep the neat bow tied
inside on a friday evening
what is it achieving
I know you want the relief
I tell you the secret
so don't forget
the night’s not over yet
Occurring disturbances echoing through the mind
Felt asleep
Twist and turn
Dreaming feeling like a nightmare
The midst of danger
The dream of enter
It was a person, train and car
Approaching train
A stop at a railroad crossing
Thought of can make it
Car got stuck in the middle
Train steadily getting closer
What do I do?
Do I jump out the car and run?
Meanwhile the train is coming and coming
I could be killed
Suddenly, the car starts and I pull away
The train passes and there was a getaway
Escape being a blessing
Dream as it would seem
But what does the dream mean?
Immediately woke up
Had drenching sweat
Wondered what did the dream surround?
There was danger, but somehow there was protection
Dream over
Went back to sleep
My soul still to keep.
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He put the garden hose where
In his diaper and
The expression on his face
Said it all to me
Now we are strangers at night
And in the day too
Who is this baby boy with
Huntington's Disease
In night's gleam, my eyes found you,
and my heart saw love.
I often think what might be
had your eyes glanced back!'
Girls Night Out
Just to get away from the pressures of the day
Being able to cry, and vent
our problems away
Talking about things that's only understood by each other
Every talk we have takes the friendship a little further
We can always be ourselves because we know each other well
We relate our deepest secrets because neither of us will tell
Music moments are the best because we share the same song
Finding solutions to each problem as we help each other along
When it comes to eating out or going shopping we never go dutch
If one is broke the other pays to show we love each other that much
Through thick and thin, broke and paid or when we have enough
We always cherish these moments especially when the times get tough
I am broken in, i’ve learned
i have got no message to return
my ears ring, the streets sing
with your smile on displace
tomorrow takes today
Drifters in distinct night skies
crossed course in moonshine.
Unclosed eyes locked the glances
with brace of charmed time.
Beguiled breeze blew the stardust
on strangers embraced.
Entwined hearts danced with tinsels
in garden of love.
The shadow peers through my window every night,
I hear it before I see it,
a hush of breath against the glass.
I go to the window but it’s empty,
just the black lawns stretched
like a dark skin over the earth.
I feel at a loss to protect my daughter,
her small chest rising
with the oceanic rhythm of sleep.
Could it be—
but it isn’t—
a trick of light, a memory?
I don’t think that I should tell you,
but I am—please believe me,
I would never invent this kind of fear.
The air bends, as if something leans in,
as if it wants me to know
I am not alone.
I press my palm flat to the pane,
the cold glass,
the nothing beyond.
I remember my own mother’s silence,
the way she turned her face from me
when I told her of the man in the hall.
Now my child sleeps while I stand guard,
and the shadow keeps its vigil,
patient, endless,
hungry as night itself.
I ask not shadows whence they come,
Nor where their silent footfalls lead;
The grave is mute, the mouth is dumb,
Yet still it speaks, above the land.
The dead are writ in flesh and stone,
In echoes cast from ice to flame;
Their march is onward, not alone—
We follow, bearing blood and name.
They go where time has lost its teeth,
Beyond the crown, beyond the rod;
Their ashes drift in winds beneath,
Their spirits rise and rest in God.
It matters not what tombs proclaim,
Nor how the mourners bow and weep;
For in our veins survives their claim,
The dead still guard the lives we live.
So let me walk, though night is vast,
Unfearing, steadfast, to the last.
Star
Shining smartly in the soft night,
Twinkling with an outlying light
All across the shadowy sky,
Radiates beauty to the eye.
I declare this little body.
My Substance –
Unholy sanctuary for little thoughts,
The only place for night’s retire
To draw the curtains – growing hair.
Wired to lofty beams by absence,
Drug of setting sun –
Now bed I a sanctuary of echoes,
Resounding in the lonely core,
I am become the nightmare walking.
I am Creature –
Who creeping, peoples,
This unbroken dawn.
An eerie stillness enshrouds,
the street I lodge in,
lone shadows loiter and lounge,
dark ink creatures peep
wet croak from a gaunt hermit,
slumped on granite bench,
faint cry from flitting figures
estranged by night chill
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