Staring across I looked
I mean I really looked
It was them
The sick
The waiting
Their end
A place where the silence in subtle laughter
Fed the gurgling dread

Old amongst the young
Age against time
Eating away
Tempting a finality
Choosing an end

As dead eyes looked on through me      
I felt alive
Awake
Eager in my burst to scare away the dead
The devil smiled
His war was winning
A fate foreboding
The storm had come

Effects of an early rise spawned my view
Eager in my need for knowledge
I sprung
Yet worry formed a brow
Concern upon concern quivered me
I had been here before

For then it was to late
Too harsh
All sad
A gone to far
Only tears
For my memory

This time a smile
Be healed
Sorted
Complete
For many moons to pass
Upon the laughing sun

The stain of tears
Hidden in her russet locks
As she drifted away from
Her destiny

All behind in sorry
No blame of yet to come
A love so now departed
It is the lady's song

Come to me my lonely
Swim the wanton shore
Hold my hand my darling
For you
My evermore

No meaning in this life
As fire rages out
All shadows disappear
Till the end
In dust

Yet the sun will shine like a
Bright star in the sullen sky
Shimmering
To the emptiness called
Earth

This universe lives
Breathes
It grows
So one day we will meet up again
Somewhere
We knows

I whisper into the darkness
Can you hear it call
Screaming out  
It shout's my name
The poet is here

For I am the writer
The one that spells all cast
Draws you in
Succumbs you
Blinds you to silence

Whisper my name
Shout into the silence
The poet is here
Let me hear
Call my name

Shout into a whisper
For now you are mine
As I am yours
Our love is sealed
Full
Complete

So Rudolph made an appearance
Or so you'd think
Judging by the spot upon my forehead

All week in the dusk and nothing to fettle my beauty
Oh no
Till today

Planes tried to land on me
Cars stopped as I walked on by
And my mirror drooled awaiting its feed of white  

My head had a new head
Potion lotion fail
And I had turned into a fine shade of a red Umpa Lumpa

Squeeze it
Push it
Pop it good

Santa has a new hood ......

For six months the westerly wind did blow
Almost every light
Raging seashells drowning my thoughts
Cool shivers formed
For not a single soul had yet to covet my grave

The summer I so wanted was hiding
Waiting for my fail
Puddles of liquid formed at my feet
Wanting fulfillment
Yet my eyes staid dry

More and more darkness rolled in over the hills
To just another day
My glaze suddenly changed
A grip loosened
Thunder came
This whole was falling
No light
No will
No want
The prisoner inside my head fell silent