Nostalgia Sorrow Poems

Apart from you
Slumber is all what I adore
Such a beauty to satisfy
from satisfying fantasy to fly
to even reversing a goodbye
Being with that someone
is no longer...

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The quiet rustle of the leaves
I am at peace over the seas 
The welcoming and gentle breeze
I’m soaking up the way it feels 

My grandma’s...

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For Aunt Sharon, my friend


I called her my aunt, but she was more
She was a friend who my heart did adore,
She was a helper in...

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I had a happy childhood at first
Yeah I played with dolls to a tragic
Extent. It was a dream of some
Type of female existence.  I...

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The breeze annoying trees entices me,
I drift away    afar to fields abloom,
with silver tongues untied their whispers free —
..ah, prairie-weed does burn...

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The tapestry of the indigo sky,
weaved with the strips of silver cloud, 
merges with the still sea in the blues.
The dislodged boulders strewn as dry...

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Suddenly Released From Purgatory,

Restored To Life,

The Love Taken From His Youth

Returned To Him Now.

Is This What Forgiveness From God Was Like?

In The Midst Of His...

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I am thankful,
I am so lucky,
yet at times I cry,
filled with sorrow,
not quite knowing where I belong,
wanting to escape the world,
for a moment I forget,
forget...

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Stumble across the threshold of memory into places I’ve known or unseen and only relived in deepest dreams…

Clutching the candle of revelation high, its silken...

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Out into the wilderness haunted by ghost town’s ancient bloodstains and lost history scars. 

We wander the dark borderlands between awakening dreams and incandescent seams....

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as the Towers die away 
alone on a beach where thunderheads Roll 
where I stood far from
shards of glass fire, horror, disaster
they televised only elemental...

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Its skeletal bones bare
Eyes still stare 
All that remains is the soul
A drift as a shadow lingers there
A bare bulb blares
sways absently silently 
in the...

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It’s a funny thing to remember.
It’s a strange reminisce
Those days before the world now
When wine was WINE and a kiss was a KISS.

Now we feel...

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all small broken alone
where the shadows roam
a child hides in a dark home
tick tock murmured the clock.
while branches dance
and rattle like brittle bone.
toys scattered around...

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Drowsiness envelopes...
Under a starless night
Where light from an old tungsten bulb 
Faintly penetrate a tree's thin leaves
My mind seeks a nostalgia I never seemed to...

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