Faded stains of spilled bourbon
dot the weathered nightstand’s surface
like stars speckle a clear midnight sky
Each commemorates a prop of courage
swigged to help forge another day
Bras, slips, heels and flats
pepper the soiled carpet
reflections of the many
nightly transgressions now
impediments which fleck her soul
Her frontal lobe
from her past
forgiven by those who know her
forgotten by others
Rain pelts her window
rat-tat, rat-tats against the panes
compulsively splatters the door
flings open her mind
to let today’s downpour
any trace of her anguish
My insides burn, turn and broil. I feel as if I could burst. I want to do everything. And yet nothing excites me. Im worn from a long day but try as I might sleep doesn't come. Worries of the world stir through my head. I ache, I hurt, I yearn to sleep yet she still doesnt come.
Hunger twists my stomach yet no food fits my mood or apatite. Colors are bright yet bring me no delight or interest. The night wears on and yet I am still not gone. Sleep is the cool water on a burn, the mute on a loud static. The pause, the peace. Sleep is the calm in a life of chaos. Why does she now evade me.
A yawn escapes my lips. Please come. End the pain and suffering of the day. Take it away so in the new day I can wake calm and prepared ( and a little grouchy). I've lost all ability to think and yet I still can't sleep. Another yawn, one step close to the rest, the goodbye to the colors and hello to the hollow darkness where thought carries its own weight and no longer weighs down my head.
No confusion wrinkles her forehead, eyes affixed first on his lips
until magnetically drawn to eyes blue as a mountain lake.
Comfort rests across her chest. Hips burn together and
her cheek brushes the ironclad hardness of his bicep.
They walk enmeshed. Traces of trepidation,
scars embedded in her mind from tragic romance, fade.
Residual fears fall to the trail among twigs and stones.
Rebirth of trust creeps into her heart.
Together their feet trample her qualms.
There was a rogue wind come up like a sneaker wave
from a direction never known by other prevailing winds
A darkness that floods in to storm with a wholly rage
purging a deep sea of blackness and shadow
Incoming tide from deepest oceans black with light
suffusing the bright arising fountain head upheaval
a wholly arising catharsis in the convergence
A sky of memory, a fiery light and sorrow
coalescing torrents into cleansing verses and worthy life
deluging the sands and broken hills
beyond the great sodden shoreline
Broken off pieces of sand washed sky diamonds
and stardust memories, flowing together
in the arising seas, accumulations swim and swirl,
conjoining the lingering union left behind the surge
in the tide-pool fusion
A starfish peacefully tarrying in the saline confluence let be
Hope’s sown seeds of heaven’s light
traces of being ― this river ... December 21. 2016
Insanity, breaks like the waves
Anger flashes like lightning
Hurt stings sharp like sleet
Saddness, hangs in a heavy cloud
Loneliness an empty sky
Silence rests a placid lake
Confusion weighs in a thick fog
Death a fallen leaf
Vitality a summer's rain
Forgiveness in a gentle breeze
Hope forms in a bud
Love blooms in a flower
Freedom in a new horizon
Beauty in a sunset
Peace with the dawn
Renewal with the morning dew
With a cape of darkness, the Moon
Extinguishes the Sun
Who rests before another day- now
Wonder to the starry night
Hold the planets in your arms
Dream of rolling hills and listen
To the wind that whistles...
She says, everything will be alright
Another day you've spent alive
Goodnight, Goodnight, Goodnight
Tomorrow you'll rise again
that creeps up
to my eyes
down like quicksand
sucks a large
its grainy film
out brain reeling
in remnants of
and I am ready to
yet voice high
in the fire
bring me to
it’s a situation
cupping me through
and I must find it
that liquid that
wet flow of writhing
of those heavy bands
of slimy kelp
squirm me out
I don’t care
if I get the
muck of centuries
in my hair
for in my veins
my blood does see
I crave the sunlight's
She walked away from him;
tears streaming down the curvatures
of her face with its blushed cheeks.
You'll be back he screamed out to her
as she hurried away from him.
You're nothing without me!
You hear that? Nothing!
Nothing? Really, nothing?
She stopped in her tracks,
in her leopardess tracks.
She turned on her heels
a new spark burning
away at the irises of her eyes.
She flew past years of slaps
and verbal jaunts, past the misuse
and utter annihilation of her soul.
Nothing! Is that what you think?
She stood her ground and looked
him in his face, in his monstrous face.
Words were boiling in her caverns
and she knew exactly what it was
that was fighting for so many years
to find its way back into her soul.
You think you made me into something?
Think you were some sort of a god?
Silence... As the universe halted...
Before you, I was something...
Her hands shook in her fury.
Before you, I meant something to someone...
He was beginning to shrink.
And after you, I will continue to mean something.
She began to encompass the entire
span of his purview, of his tiny mind.
Nothing? She chuckles as she says this.
No. You are nothing.
Worse than nothing.
You are a parasite.
He began to withdraw
into his tiny shell as the hypostome,
he attached to her so long ago,
started to wither and break.
Years of financial dependence,
of sucking her dry reversed on itself.
He felt as his soul collapsed,
as it began to feed on the fear within himself.
Little man with little hopes and little future.
And I do mean little...
She said to him with a smirk.
Maybe that was the reason for his hate,
for his absolute misery towards his world.
I will not allow you to rule me,
to make my universe your own.
You shall have no new land to plant a flag
nor heavens to investigate with pride!
She now had control, though
it was never really his to begin with.
But I forgive you...
She looked down at him
with solace in her eyes,
for she knew that his poison
would surely infect her if she didn't.
I forgive... But I will never forget.
To forgive is powerful,
she had read somewhere when
she was looking for some hope.
But she knew that to forget
would be akin to another slap
or another put down in front of friends.
I take back my life and my voice
Walking on the earth in autumn, chill in the shade of the trees.
The earthy smell of rot in the undergrowth as nature renews itself.
Moving through another step in the endless cycle of life.
Sudden warmth on our skin as we emerge into the sunlight.
Sky so blue eyes are dazzled and our hearts ache.
Grieving for the loss of Summer.
Wisps of cloud streaming high above.
Migrating south as we feel the need ourselves.
The silence disturbed only by the swaying of the trees.
Their branches rubbing together as if for warmth.
We continue along the shore of a tiny lake amid the woods.
Breathing in air so sharp it cuts the cobwebs from our minds.
Crystallizing our thoughts and recalling old memories.
Spring is for renewal Autumn for regret.
there’s been an occurrence
a robust inferno
fumes of confusion
soulful soot scattered
its dark now
twisty as the infinite branches
of a willow tree
serenity seeps slowly
like the tea in my cup
from which I anticipate
but soon to be archeological remnants,
my mind as matter