Swaying fields of wheat
A quick downward eagle's swoop,
a dance of nature

RW Dennen-

Screech your eerie
echoing song
Flutter wings and spin
against a cool
blackened starlit-night

Then gently sail your
dark silhouette
across a summer
GIANT pox-marked moon

And gently skim
this bright lunar-face
with wing-tips
of brownish-white           Then

dive in sudden Grace,
scissor-angled wings enclosed
Then freely dip
on upper ******
to catch your tiny insect prey             Then

stretch your wings
to form a widened Vee
Then glide on
spiral flowing endlessness
to screech your fleeting
summer song
in a star-lit; moon-lit sky
your song for lover's love
that ushers forth
the dark
in
eerie haunting
melody                   Reverberate

your haunting call
once again
Soon find your airy path;
fly away from here;
take chant of night with you,
leave silent stillness left behind
in darkened sky                               Now


a final distant screech
  then hush,
your fleeting
  summer song
of night

                 in
                        my
                                mem­ory...

Please don't tell me that you can't,
I know you could if you tried.
Please don't tell me that you're not good enough,
I know how much you truly are worth.
Please don't tell me that you don't want to fail,
You know I'll be here to make sure you succeed.
Please don't tell me you're not strong,
I'll show you how much you've supported the weight of us.
Please don't tell me that I deserve better,
Because is the end, all I need is you.

How ironic that I eat when I'm emotional
And part of the reason I'm emotional
Is because I eat

Don't think too much.
Do think.
Just not too much.
You're gonna drive yourself nuts.
Just *do.

At first it was just a caress.
He stroked my throat as I shivered.
His hand came closer,
His fingers reaching further.
And before I knew it
His whole hand palmed my neck.
It was light at first,
Like a scarf, warm and pleasant.
It grew tighter,
And tighter,
And now its too tight,
Wound like a boa constrictor around my neck,
It tightens each day.
Too hot, too much pressure, those sweaty palms clamping down like jaws...
I'm starting to lose conciousness,
Starting to fade and to give in,
To drown in obscurity...

Help...
I need clarity...

I know everyone thinks
black is a sad color,
a depressing color.
Black is the absence of light,
and white is the blending of all colors.
But white always felt so hollow,
so sterile and cold.
Black has seemed to wrap its way
around me and embrace me,
while white has left me alone,
as if on a stage, spotlighted by
my own fear of stages.

If my mind were a galaxy,
You would be every twinkling star,
Every asteroid in the belt, every racing comet,
And every moon orbiting the planets.

If my mind were the ocean,
You’d be the billions of water molecules,
The crashing waves, the grains of salt,
And the infinite number of fishes.

But if your mind were either of these,
I’d be but a speck of space dust,
And a creature in the deep abyss;
Invisible and almost non-existent.

How the winds blow
My troubles never cease
I have loved many
Cast into the storms of my judgement
Unable to break free from the winds of fate
A whirlwind of torture
Nether the less
I am deserving of this punishment
I have come to terms
But you have a chance
Just listen to his words..