Death Dance Poems

The clock, the watch, the phone all have eyes that watch from the view of 2 AM untamed 
Heart rates jumping like the heat of...

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If you’re not clouded by flesh
you’ll feel it - your verge shifts,
A bright brim begins to look at the stars
as if they were your own...

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Sway like the breeze
On a spring eve,
Watching the flame
Of the sun,
How can our eyes
Ever leave here,
When Nature has
Burned through
Our soul.

Speak with the eyes
That serenade me,...

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in the cradle of my tongue
burns a small pearl 
shaped like the moon
heavy as death 
growing in the rift between shadows 
pulls my skull into...

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Who was a family show singer,
when her young daughter tried to be a dead ringer.
He brought her to life,
then she became  his wife.

 
Her...

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Like an old cat stretching her limbs in the sunlight
Warmth seeping through knots in her gnarled hands and sShe sits on a paisley chair in...

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I went to unpleasant places
where there was no mention, 
or even a clear defination
of the Holy of the Holies!

Those unholy places were dens
of fornicators who...

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stroll beneath His oaks,
leaves listening to shadows,
waltzing with angels

dreaming, dancing, death
stirring signs of yearning souls,
artists of light, songs

music bleeds through minds,
erasing the distance, roads
leading home,...

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Life and Death in two separated clusters, Klimt draws conflicts.
The serenity of his cycle of life is bright in pure color, he depicts.
A modern dance...

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Dance with my bones
once they are free.

Of burden of life.

All the whispers
will fly out
and all the words
will collapse.

And I will be blank.

Let's celebrate that.

I am...

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An eerie glow swallows up the sun as our men lie wounded,
Brass against iron, loud clanks of armor, and the glorious hymn of victory,
Today we...

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At Nobody’s funeral no guests appeared
No priest came to serve the last rites
No one sent flowers, no one volunteered 
To carry the coffin outside 
So...

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North Carolina ballerina,
sweet lady of the Piedmont,
she so sterling,
died from the selfishness
of a drunk driver.
Gliding into a pirouette
as she enters God's
garden of youth.

The anguish tatters...

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Summon your demons, devils, and wraiths,
visit moments of hurt and loss.
Replay what might have been, wrestle with regrets,
Do “if only” scenes haunt your past?

I follow...

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As I read poetry,  
I love reading the amazing words.  
When breathing in,  
each word comes alive.  
When breathing out, ...

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