Haze.. come on down to the slow storm in my head.. come on down to the black sunny day.. voodoo smoke fills my lungs.. absorbing of her soul.. Through airways I consume her.. I lose my way back.. shadows made of light chase me through the haze.. blackness here is beauty that I cannot seem to hold on to.. The day is passed.. The night is wishing for me to stay.. so much blood is falling.. slow storm finally clears in my head.. A sky there was.. voodoo smoke cloud sky... goodbye haze....

Your wispers were made of light..
The words you wispered would let me see the light with memory..
How I remember it clearly..

We bring darkness with us everywhere. In any light we cast a shadow behind us..
Even the most pure cast such darkness..  
The closer you get to any light the bigger your shadow becomes behind you..

As I write my shadow writes with me..
My words are made of darkness, while his are made of light..

Falling*

                          That’s the sensation.

                                                     ­             You don’t feel the *pain
                                                          ­                            or hear a slowing heartbeat.

You see
lights,
pretty
little
fairy
lights.

You start to


remember


all of the

things
you
lost.
The
places
­ you
hid
and
how
to


escape.


You
want
it
to
just
                                                          ­ end.
Maybe
you’ll
finally
find
what
was
always
missing.
Maybe
you
won’t.
Maybe
you
will.
You
may
never
ever
know.




You have formed
a suicide pact
                                                            ­                          *for one.

Your ego
is about
as fragile
as glass.
And
I'd rather
cut myself
on the shards
than piece it
back
together.
And
I may be
"crazy"
but
at least
I'm not
you.

What took you so long?
What's left of you now?

My poems are written

    in silence and solitude

    neatly and lovingly

    into glass jars I put



    I'm not what people assume

    to them I'm never rude

    my aloneness is my inspiration

    I wrote the best I could

By the deserted beach we walked

not a single word we said

the weary sky had lost its early shine

it was there farewell you bade



in our hearts we knew in brokenness

what we desired we ne'er could have had

love-vows and pledges had short memories

those who love most the saddest tears they must shed

Tedious is repetition
I will only speak once
more could cause confusion
I will shut up---none need look askance