You hid it well---
I couldn't tell
Until it was too late.
I went through Hell.
Resigned to Fate
I tried to sate
Your constant growling need
Or else abate
Your lust. You feed
On the heartseed
Of my soul. Dark and fell,
I take no heed.
I'm already dead.
You bled me that way.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 1:19 PM UTC
The moment passed---
You failed to grasp it
As it slipped
Quietly away from you
Into the eye of the evening
Now she sits
Beyond your reach
As darkness moves up
From the earth
To fill the sky
And leave its mark
Upon your heart
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 1:17 PM UTC
On this late June morning,
As distant thunder shakes the window panes
And the grey sky rolls quietly by,
I find myself stuck in a pool of time,
Swirling quietly round in a brief respite
From the ongoing rush and rapids of life
The mistakes in my years are remote yet visible,
Like a mountain range in a rearview mirror.
They recede, but they do not dimish.
The future is still misty and veiled.
I don't know where the road is going,
Though I know where I want it to go.
How many times must I play "Harvest Moon" and "A Thousand Years"
Before you catch on?
Outside, the rain has started.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 1:12 PM UTC
There will be time enough later
To explore the undiscovered country.
Stay with me a while yet, on these familiar shores;
Let us continue to gather, together, what sweetnesses that are here to be had,
For without you, there are no sweetnesses
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
Her eyes scream silver carnage,
The glitter of white death,
The glare of shining ice
In the gloom of coffee shop forenoon.
Clouds obscure the sun
As pain destroys his lungs,
Searing orb light
Scrapes his face,
Freezing rips his flesh.
Her glance,
The flash of open eyes,
Erupts with numbing frost---
The unknown heat of burning foreign gales
Sweeps through him.
Tearing swift and silent
From her glossed and pale eyes,
A solid sheet of lightning, earthbound, dances,
Scorching ice---
Flickering, unleashing sombre brooding lustre.
Sparkling silence in the peaceful calm
Compresses, folds, collapses,
Forcing air to leave his chest
In desperate surrender...
Borne on frenzied rivers of the rushing light,
She pulls him under,
Tows him down---
The crushing pressure of her eyes can ****
Don't look away
Or stop to breathe
Or break the pearl spell---
The crystal bond
In half dead light
Above our coffee cups.
Some more mocha java,
My chickadee?
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 11:42 AM UTC
Dancing on the edge of oblivion with you,
Waltzing, whirling drunkenly
Like children intoxicated with motion---
I see your eyes searching mine,
Sparkling with possibility---
As if to ask, "Are we really here?"
If there is an answer,
It's been driven from my mind---
Erased by the icy blast at my back
Every time I swing too near to the abyss.
My face and limbs are warmed by blood,
And you grip my hands
Just a little tighter, laughing nervously. Don't worry.
Let my manic smile reassure you---
I'm not going anywhere without you---
And if you start to fall,
I'll pull you back---
Or failing that, I'll take the long plunge with you,
Holding on for your dear life
As we pirouette into the void.
But let us not consider falling
Tonight,
For Now I am more than happy,
Dancing on the edge of oblivion with you.
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC
Sometimes the afternoons drag on---
Yesterday was a haze of smoke,
Cigarettes and coffee---
And the radio plays
Jazz---
The air gets blurred sometimes
With cigarette smoke and sax
Thinking of you
Makes the afternoons go by faster
Until they blend into dusk,
And then evening---
Evenings without you
But I don't care
It doesn't matter
It doesn't mean anything to me
It's just that smoke
Gets in my eyes
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 10:51 AM UTC
The world keeps turning,
The sun keeps rising,
Cold wind blows from over the horizon,
Blows across the planet to smite me.
Getting dressed this a.m. in the boreal dark
I heard an AM station from Chicago---
Driving to work in the arctic morning
I listened to a song about Brooklyn---
After another fight with her last night,
A fight whose icy silent echoes shadow me yet,
I look out a half blinded window
At a sky whose shade of blue there is no word for
And think of you...
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC
When you and I stayed up late;
I remember it well,
The minutes slipping by in the dark
As if to say, "See,
There are more important matters to attend.
The work will always be here,
Trouble always comes around.
But THIS, this prodigy, this WOMAN;
This MEANS something,
I will not have you let it go unmarked.
You have been given a GIFT, a Heaven-sent blessing,
And to pay attention to us,
Mere minutes of time, simple soldiers of the day,
When your eyes should be fixed on Eternity's bringer,
Shimmering with possibility unbounded and beckoning you onward
To those fragrant fields of Promise and Hope;
To bow to the trivial
And not heed the miraculous gift of Spirit you have been offered
Is to insult the giver of the gift.
Don't. Do not. We weary of teaching you.
You know how to walk, you've done it before;
So release us from your stunted somnambulistic shuffle;
We would rather you follow this Dancer of Delight,
This Vision of Veracity and this Teller of Truth
As she marks the rhythms of your heart
With her simple sly soft secrets,
Than to be 'honored'
With yet another day's plod to the endless ocean
And pretense of obeisance to mindless detail.
See! She waits for you, but her patience is patched and careworn;
Bring her the gowns and garments and graces,
That her glamour may shine all the more
With the timelessness you need and the worship you must bring to her."
And so we kept our conversation going, and going, and going…
I was not ready to close out this thread, my smile all the stronger for what we had said.
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 11:01 AM UTC
Slipping through the veil of night
Beneath the far-flung skies,
She flutters like a sail in flight---
She feeds her frail heart’s delight---
She turns to hail the morning light
Beneath the star-hung skies
Aurora, in Her cloak of grey
Sweeps back the shifting dark---
As dawn reveals the stroke of day
And nighttime goes it's smokey way---
The sky's deep blue now broken, frayed,
Sweeps back the lifting dark
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 11:38 AM UTC