A sudden shimmer, Ghastly light,
winter prayers to cap the trees,
great white orb rising to fight,
that sounding stillness known as night
Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 5:09 PM UTC
Sun dripped orbs
gazing abrupt
steely, sweetly.
flecks,
Gold and ember.
Nov 10, 2010
Nov 10, 2010 at 7:01 PM UTC
Till the voice came calling
A relentless wave beating
the low moon breaks
amongst the waves
Till the sweet dew rises
Rippled honey crusted
Three dried flames
Fall leaves, preserved
Till the piercing dawn comes seeping
to Lie as the sweet dew sets
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 5:14 PM UTC
The perennial beauty,
of tranquil loss.
Twisting softly towards the breeze,
shedding the summers green,
for a more festive slough.
In the browns and ember
I find humanity intact,
As if brushed gently
into the wild.
Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 8:57 PM UTC
peer through me.
you know me well,
enough simply to navigate.
strengthen your will for this,
if nothing else.
a simple incision,
to my soul.
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 4:33 PM UTC
trust me, dead woman crawling in my hallway
its not that i dont like meeting in the night
its just that im gonna have to clean that up
tomorrow, so could you not?
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 11:40 PM UTC
As i brush the hair from my face
i see it, in a reflection.
tiny whispers of past dreams,
a beacon, a calling.
Hold on, i may be falling
straight through this life
and down to yours.
its funny the things you think of in times like these
i don't think i coulds say please
any more than i do.
i just want you home
before this thought fades
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 3:44 PM UTC
As the great beings
flew across dark space.
Bits of dead light
and dust.
Reaching out
forever towards
that grasping hand,
frozen in time.
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 3:35 PM UTC
It was a sparkling light,
more like absence of darkness
on the featureless plains
empty and vacant.
It came in a breeze,
Chilling at first
Then, soft- a warm thing
Corsing and surrounding
I let it in
to my very center
to feel it,
I feel love.
Aug 14, 2010
Aug 14, 2010 at 10:11 PM UTC
cracked glass,
thinly sliced.
void of perfection,
it is beautiful.
written word,
of split sound.
ringing,
in open space.
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 4:16 PM UTC