When they buried me in the dark, I was frightened.
I didn’t like the taste of earth.
And I was so thirsty.
Some people are no good with plants,
Even the hardiest shrubs
Wither and wilt in their careless hands.
You aren’t one of them.
When no-one else could see,
You took such good care of me.
Water, warmth and love.
These are my needs, but I had no voice
With which to ask; without you
I would have remained inert
A lost life, in the dirt.
See now, how I blossom?
Just a shoot, but I will astound them all
With my beauty, in time.
Thank you for caring for me,
Thank you for helping me to grow.

every night since, might it be mine heart
aching , visions of earth shaking
combinations of words,
the banks of my ability
to store my emotions up
behind the flesh and blood dam,
perchance a ghost from some
long dead wanna be poet,
confiding the death secrets,
I wish I could recall all
the depth of what wakes me up,
and scribe it down perfectly,
before it drifts away, as my
eyes clear and the tv
and ordinary life intrude.

My song has notes clearly
near glass water that's still
the moon will hang near me
or they say that it will

My song has notes soothing
By green hills that are old
the clouds above are now moving
with the light that shines gold

My voice is still singing!
though my mouth doth not move
my song is still bringing
clear notes that ring and sooth

My song has notes feeling
near dark valleys so deep
the moon is now kneeling
for the song that I keep

The skies are now singing
with my notes in a tune
watching are stars tinkling
spread about the half moon

My song has notes clearly
with the birds that do fly
and the trees too are joining freely
with the song that does not die

She lay next to me.
Her hair like sand
As it sifts through my hand.
The perfumes of her hair
Are coming from the sea
Out there;
Out there where the sun
Burns its ****** flame
And settles to rise
In the oceans of Michelle's eyes.
Undone
With lace and pearls she plays her little game
Teasing and taunting me with the beauty
Of her body; she embraces me with kisses as waves copulate on the sea.

©Jack Aylward

the nightmarish grey color
   eyes in the back of his head,
his last gasp a shutter
   you'll never forget,
when all you planned
   was for all you to get high
you and him and crystal,
    she is a good head girl,
and as he took his last breath,
    you found that last bit in his pocket hid it,
then called 911 cause Crystal was dialing 411, and
pounding his chest you screamed to him to breathe again.
As Crystal shoved paraphernalia under the couch.
The night the week the month ruined.
It all became a broken mirror,
Way more than seven years more bad luck.
More like a lifetime. And as you hit what he left you
the heard footsteps of doom creeping closer it lost
all the buzz.