Hes walking, bobbing his head slow
Hes talking, mastering the puppet show
Hes stalking, prodding a deep breath
Hes glaring, blowing a shallow death

Hes baring, his soul to those who know
Hes meaning, gleaming a future of a mans tainted home
A face of stone
Claiming the stained knowledge of the ones thought lost to the blizzard
Stitched and sewn

Phony facade, artificial barricade
Slimy placards, instigator serenade
Plagiarized identity, copy and the easy paste
Clearing the empty lobotomized  
Shadow place

A large barren space between the spine
And the ace of spades sternum
Separation of the shine an the sheen of a demanding emotion
he never put the effort into understanding or accepting the motions
All devotion

A catastrophic energy
Imploding sun
Created malformed distinguished
Clueless fun
Strumming the chords of the sated
She decided
Humming to the tune of the hated
She confided
Twirling to the beat of the black satyr
She piloted the light
Downward
Where there i sat
Delighted

winters lifeless lips breathe out bitter air. Snow falls down onto silent town squares for no one to see.

Yet here I am
I wander along as the lone source of breath on streets where only shadows walk
I drift aimlessly through the white painted town.
Giving empty streets corners a new shadow
And then taking it back just as fast.

In an hour any trace of me being on this street is gone.
In a lifetime or so any trace of me ever being might be gone too.
My whole existence might be for nothing at all.
So I'm left with a question:
If nothing I do stays the way I made it
Then why change anything at all?

Time,
Where does it go?,
Does it join the back of the queue,
Like some never ending carousel?,
Coming back around again and again,

It's been a year now since you left us,
You left us, to join the back of the queue,
But not to come around again,
Never to come back around again,

Your queue took you somewhere else,
To some other time and place,
More like a train than a carousel,
This train never comes back around......

Time,
Where does it go?.......

He’s a creature of habit,
He has morals and goals,
He strives to be better,
He makes this girl whole,

He gives to the takers,
He never says no,
He’s the sweetest and kindest,
He makes my heart glow,

He makes love so manly,
But tender and soft,
He outdoes all others,
To me he’s the boss,

He’s mine and i love it,
He means me no harm,
He works hard to please me,
He’s like my right arm,

This man in my life,
Is the best in the world,
I’m eternally grateful he chose me as his girl......

(c) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 2018