Lo!
            
             the city streets
                           are alive
            
                                       the cacophony of car horns
                                              clamors in the distance
                                      
            
                       the velvet
                                 night's
                                         embrace
                                               envelops me
                                      
                              the              
                ­    flowering light,
                                 of the moon
                                                            ­                 beckons
                                                         ­                    in radiant parlance
                                           over the horizon

                                                     and my
                                           mind               abides
                                                    
                                                         in
                                                    
         ­                                           tranquil
             ­                                       
                         ­                           stillness.

the guitar is shaking
while it delivers a mellow sound
her voice is sweeter than the night before
"how'd ya make it so vulnerable?"
he asks timidly
"it's just the feeling"
maybe it's the guitar, I thought to myself

after she stopped singing
I bought her a drink
gave her a kiss
and call it a day for her
we went to sleep like the first time
we just stared at each other's eyes
listening to the night
sometimes I wish we could go back

A  flock  of  wild  geese
have  just  flown  by.

Very  pleasing  
to  the  eye.

I'm  in  the  heart
of  nature  here.

Quite  content
with  little  fear.

Mother  nature  works  away
something  new  turns  up  each  day.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK. 2016.

It's a Black horse
You can't deny it
Pins you real good
It's so quiet
Gaining Kingdom
Prime lymph node real estate
Late night cold shakes
Tried to hide it

It's a Black horse
Novv let's ride it
Beast is tiring
As it's striding
Losing Kingdom
Bring the chemo
&& **** this black horse

Tears mark my heart
I bare this cross
I took the scars
Blood paid the cost
And all I see before me
Is plains of death
Stone statue families

I’m coming home
I dug the earth
I marked the ground
I heard the bodies
Make no sound
And all I am
Is all they were
I’m coming home
To sleep no more

Hands turn to fists
I have no will
To wish for this
My body breaks
Like the last glass dish
I lay my head down
One more time
After I jot down
My last rhyme

No cloud to carry
No one left to bury
No need to hurry
No need to worry
I’m coming home
One last time

I am coming back
From the black track
Cold steel pikes
That cut the night
Pierced my skin
The pain that I let in
To forget him
The man I used to be
Let that little boy
Come back to me
Victorious