In burnt out scenes I lingered like some old lab rat or some apocalyptic cockroach glowing in the dark and still existing in this modern wasteland.
Vegas is an illusion 1 billion bright lights shining out in the distance with no true soul or depth.

She was the past and I was too old to look  back.
Or maybe just too jaded my ego too big to fathom her ways.
You are a mystery a unwritten story best left untold no true emotion and an endless supply ******* to keep you warm.

There is solace in isolation a madman's prison the paradise to troubled thoughts I had everything my drugs my ***** my addictions serve me well.

And as for you my dear.
I will see you tonight rapped in lace and bound by secrets.
I will see you for only the way you choose me to see you.

There are no true answers  to questions only more stories.
And she was a chapter unto herself passion, hatred, love, all things she had learned served her as my addictions suited me.

We would meet again for fools in the storm often take shelter anywhere they can.

I never wrote a mystery until I met her.

Part I

Where flowers grow and sway
And where dew kisses their satin cheeks
Tall trees provide shade in the hot summertime
And breezes rustle the forest leaves.

Stars twinkle and wink at Night
Happily so merry and gay
And the Moon watches happily o'er
This beautiful enchanted place.

Coblestones provide such a lovely walkway
Leading to the pretty cottage
Where tall rosebushes climb
The trellis where at Night their buds unfurl.

Such beauty that *ONLY Jesus can create
And as I stand here gazing at the beauty of Nature
I think of the Holy Creator Who made this whole world
And I think of how Jesus smiles while looking at His creation.

**~Marian~

one year on, one year on
and nothing differs,
yet nothing is the same

the sun come out today
as it will tomorrow
the grass grows,
the wind gusts and shakes the trees

all manner of things just carry on
all manner of things are blithley unaware


but not I,
I feel the difference, the sorrow
the spaces that can no longer
be filled...

I feel the void....a great gasping thing
that hides, waiting to catch you unawares...
and then takes the colours from the day
leaving behind a glassiene grey

one year on, one year on
and still, I turn to you to say...
but you are gone,
and now even your scent
has begun to fade away....

sounds
of dawn arise
vast dark hollows

slow ebb
triumphant lights
peaks appear o'er

sun sneaks
up to an edge sights
of stirring things

awakens stretches
night sleep from their
rested limbs

songs sing
near far along
the peripheral

poetry,
she had known,
was love no one could ever
take away from her
and she fancied that,
in her new solitude,
she had piece of mind
among the few words
which kept her feeling human.

I gave him my heart,
I thought we could share,
But now he's got two hearts,
While my chest is left bare.

As for Life, I have nothing
much to say.
It's hard and it's lonely,
but I guess it'll be OK.
I guess you'll find
contentment in the
little joys as they come.
I hope you will.
And I hope you'll
remember not to
hold on too tightly
to their memory when
they're gone.

And as for Love,
if you ever find it,
keep it.
Swallow it into your soul
even deeper than
your darkest secrets.
Don't ever hurt it,
don't ever mistreat it.
Just know that you're
fortunate and embrace it.
Just be it.

As for Tears, I have too
much to say.
So let's make it short -
tears from the soul
don't easily wipe away.
Tears are detoxifying
and wash our spirit clean.
Though they do hurt,
they'll heal you and
your bitter dreams.

And as for Love,
you know it's the
greatest joy.
You know it's all
you've ever wanted
since you were
a little boy.
You'll search for it forever,
it's a dream you'll
always be chasing.
It's all that can pull
you through, even when
it's Death you're facing.

And as for Death,
is she silent, is she sweet?
Will she kiss you when
you're awake, or take
you when you're asleep?
Will you embrace her
body as she stands
before you, unclothed?
Or will you be faithful to Life,
and stay on your
chosen road?

What vile monstrosity that I see
Looking back at me.