Wide eyes
Neck bent,
Gaze, gawk, stare.
Joyous cries,
Skeptic gasps
Step, step, glare.

Shrill ring
Wise eyes
Color foreseen
Fiery wing
Spits flame
Fly, glide, careen.

Arrows fling
Fury falls
Glory for the bowmen.
Victors sing
Puff of smoke
Rise from ash again.

To have that terrible urge
That horrible, grotesque thing
That feeling we wish to purge,
But we do not push, we cling.

It's that wonderful squeeze
Of his hands in yours
That tiny viral disease
We hear of in legends and lores.

Whispers of little white lies
We tell ourselves at night
One half loves, one denies
Warm in joy, cold in fright.

His wicked love devours
All your morals, all your cares
His crooked smile empowers
Warmth like poison, it ensnares.

Here, it whips you from clear eyes
And it blinds you of the truth
All decisions, it decides
Made of confidence, of uncouth.

You fall victim, you fall ill
Endless falling here and there.
Still you tumble down that hill,
You are taken, *love beware!

Where do you take a story?
To the deep and dusty dungeons filled with rubble ridden cages?
Or to the telescope of fame that starts with talent, strength and stages?

Do you have a happy ending where the girl and boy get married?
Or do they drown into the sea where they're taken, swept and carried?

Is their world a crystal cave of wonders; stone and solitude?
Or do they fall upon the rocks, too sharp, too strong, too crude?

Are their masters death and dark and depression, silent and abused?
Or are they dreamy- light and creamy- hazy or confused?

Do they take the path less traveled, sure that they are wise?
Or is their confidence a plague that's hiding in disguise?

Does she run across a meadow with the daisies in her wake?
Or does she swig the pills down fast for a childhood mistake?

Will he make the deal of the devil
In a race for gold and soul?
Or does he spend his life in hell for sin and shovel coal?

Is she strange, and strong, and special,
Is he big and brave?
Is anger, lust, and vengeance,
The only thing they crave?

Where do you take a story?
Where does it meet its end?
Is it written in a poem?
Or pretend that it's your friend?

*To be continued...

My eyes probe the mist where it clings to to mountains.
The mountains who stand tall and strong
                                      Who grow darker as they rise Shadows.
They're pitted against the sharp vibrant sky
                                                    That surrounds them, vast, blue, mysterious.
I linger over the glassy river surface  
That reflects the cotton clouds
             And the dark, haunting mountains
             And their huge blue groundskeeper
The river winds and winds,
                            A great thriving knot,
                                                          Untanglable.
That sinks and weaves
And swims
Level with the earth
Equal in grandness
                                                         Acts as home to all
                              All who breath air
All who drink and sleep.
Those who gaze up at towers of green
When the sun is high and summer abroad
They chatter and gather and hunt
They roll in beds of fuzzy moss
                      Growing, growing,
To give life to others
To leave when it's time
                                                        I reach, I stretch
                         My fingers strain
To go there
To escape
So close, so close

                       My hands hit the glass.
The **** jumps the frame.

Sneakers left in blue shoe boxes
Milk is spilt on ruined floors
Sewing chair just ricks and rockes.
Paint is chipped off old, white doors.

Mice and murmuring reconcile
Sheets left huddled in room
Books and briefcase in a pile
Hatbox smells of old perfume.

A child's dollies left, and loveless
Glasses cracked and on the chair
Courtyard empty, dead and dove less
Frames are empty, cracked and bare.

Stairs are winding up, unending
Cotton seeps from cushion wounds
Old oak branches broke and bending
Cluttered forks and silver spoons.

Empty always, still and lonely
People come but never stay
Stay one night but one night only
Then they up and go away.

Snuck between the bars at last
Holder's faces all agast
Thoughts of future, brightened gloom.
Failures stalk back to their doom
Slip between the steel-wrought veil
Holders, demons, on my trail.
Panic reigns,  instinct rides
Deep inside the hope resides.
Sneak away and lose them quick
Willow's weeping hides me thick
Blamed for treason, ****** hands
Yet Guilty sleeps and Innocent stands
A swell of joy and I am gone.
But freedom's cradle rocks till dawn.

Thick is the mass upon his head
Long is the pass before his tread
Green are his eyes that close slow to sleep
Pain is his prize when his cuts run deep.
Grim are his features when his losses are great
Though tears are rare creatures once he's buried their weight.
Praised by hell below and heaven above,
He walks the path for his one true love.

And there stood a lady with a mild-mannered eye,
Saying, "May those frost-bitten lips of other's die.
With their marred tongues of a dastardly word
Deep under influence their language is slurred."
And with a thought of imbued awe,
Beneath her pressing eyes I saw
And never again would I lay waste
To a poor fortuned tangle of delayed grace.

Capture ice
Meld it to your dreams
Take the stars
Bind them at the seams
Grasp the earth
Fist it into stone
Cradle my soul
Leave it not alone.
Gather the trees
Bend them into bloom
Swallow the sky
Break off grey and gloom
Embrace the falling waters
Wipe their tears away
Relieve the straining mountains
Set them down to lay.
Brace my shaking shoulders
Warm me with your touch
Reap the wandering shadows
Trap them in your clutch
Claim my quivering heart
Take it all and whole
Be my love forever
Be my heart and soul.

Roam the country
Sweep the sea
Fly above us
Forever free.
Hold our pride
Keep us strong
Live your life
And do no wrong.
You're the symbol
You're grace
You're the model
We embrace
Take our hope
Take our glory
Bring the battle
Write the story
Cry your fury
Bite the beak
Smite them down
The mountain peak.
Don't stop fighting
Don't let go
Show no mercy
Strike a blow.
Be our savior
Guard us near
You're the eagle
So show no fear.

He  never thought he'd live this way
He thought he'd have a wife some day
Instead he's in this silent spin
Alone in just some strange man's skin
For endless days and endless nights
There's no one to turn out the lights
And kiss him with a sleepy sigh
To lay with as the night goes by
So now he trudges right through life
As meaningless as the silver knife
He put up to his throat and sliced
And thought about his wasted life.

Did you ever dream of trees
Of living in the mountain breeze
To cling to faces made of rock
To float beyond your cabin's dock.
Have you dreamt of flying high?
To wave goodbye and search the sky
To meld with rock and sand and soil
To wrap with oak roots tangle and toil
Have you ever been like me,
And wish to roam the great blue sea
Or look a lion in the eye
To feel it live, to feel  it die
For if you know, for if you've tried
Then nothing makes you run, you hide
But if you still live in fear
Then you don't deserve those dreams my dear.

I looked up at the soft blue sky, eyes wide with wonder.
Above me, a bird cries for a fallen child; I shiver at her sad song.
A pedestrian gave me a daring pat, it was obvious I didn’t belong.
The world surrounding was mysterious, all emotions were quite mild.
No depth were in these people, no soul; no light.
No life was in their eyes; no being contained the sense of sight.
I searched for one alike myself, but all their stares were blank. In my loneliness, I remained; and let out  a soulful cry.

Behind my eyes, colors flash
And you and I my sister dash
Across a field of stinging bees
We run beyond the frozen seas
With thoughts of sun and mossy roots
We sing  and laugh with phony coots
And by no rules, do we abide,
for in this world
we’re side by side.
And I without you, could not see
the sister you will always be
For you have been so good to me.

I am as the ocean,
I am a wave of many things,
On the surface I am a plain blue desert,
endless and unchanging.
I am as the ocean,
on my coasts, come tidal waves,
however, on my shores the emotions
break into a million, foamy things.
One may step into my waters,
But will never know my depth.
                            For I am as the ocean.
                            I am a wave of many things.

Rejoice, rejoice
Sing once, sing twice.
Let's gather here.
Bring your brothers
Bring your sisters,
We'll make music
Under the setting sun.
Red dirt, underfoot
All of you, and me
We'll make a memory.
We'll touch the sky,
My friends
And make harmony
And dream of Peace.

I stepped upon a dream
One day
My darling love and me.
It brought about
A kiss without
The weight of modesty.

Music wafted
Through the glass
And it's beauty beckoned me.
His voice rang high
To where I lie
Upon the balconey.

He sang with
Golden radiance
In the grass below,
A bird joined in,
Sang with her kin
Her breast as white as snow.

The song she sang
Was charming,
Full of subtle simplicity.
The love was there,
But none compare
To the song he sang for me.

Don't cry, my son
I'm here, I'm here
I'll stay with you,
My boy, my dear.
I'll float with you
In dreams of streams
And pools of light
Knitted into your seams
Don't cry, my son
I love these clouds.
But how I hate
Black clothes, black shrouds.
On blackened earth,
Right here I am.
We'll go together,
Hand in hand.
Amidst the trees
And mountains, and breeze
Let's go meet God,
Brush off your knees.
But don't forget
My darling, my son,
I'm here, don't cry.
Our suffering's done.

The sky is grey
With falling ash.
I wait upon
The snapping lash.
The sonic boom
That scalds my skin.
Bites my back,
Licks my chin.
A cry bursts through
My ****** lips.
And tiptoes through
The sails and ships.
My face is raw
And black and red.
By blades as thin
As pin and thread.
The rope that binds
With hostile ease,
Is as merciless
As the greedy seas.
The cannons gleam,
And spit out smoke
Then fire sang,
And war awoke.
I strained a gaze
On black and white,
That streamed right through
The brightened night.
Now torn to shreds
And at my feet,
It was the last
Of the pirate fleet.