Feeling like
I'm at the end of my rope
Life is a struggle
I've lost all my hope

Can't get ahead
No matter how I try
What is the use
I should lay down and die

No one would care
If this earth I did leave
Not a tear would be shed
Nobody to grieve

Problems in this life
I face all alone
There is nobody to call
Or answer the phone

Looking in the mirror
The reflection I see
There isn't a family
I see only me

What I wouldn't give
To have someone in my life
Maybe a friend
Possibly a wife

This is the thing
That I ask for each day
When I drop to my knees
To the lord I pray

i.

the ocean breathes....
like a tapestry on the
wall you weave silken threads.

ii.

like a moon beam
caught in a silver sky
emotions deepening
the heart like a dome
coleridge in my liquid, ghostly heart.

iii.

imagination ripples,
slumbering dreams
crescendo and then die,
or travel on in their lucid
consciousness, streams of
effortless light taking me
to flower gardens and
moon-ful paths.

iv.

trembling, where the
ghosts lie hidden,
i gasp for breath.

v.

set me free, of these
lonely tides
where the sea beckons
throws its driftwood
at the shore, will eventually
break the land with its swaying
wave-like grasses.

She stands in the circle of friends
Laughing
He walks down the hallways
Smiling

They go to lunch
And she pokes at the cardboard pizza
As she laughs at a joke made about her
And he pokes at his sandwich
As he smiles towards his friends teasing

They ride home on the bus
Keeping an eye on one another
While sharing goodbyes with friends

They exist the bus together
And excange the words
They had spoken only once before.
today?
today

Bro and sister walked towards their own personal hell
That no one knew of but them.

Later that night
Two souls made their way to freedom
Hand and hand
With the sound of gun shots.

the seas endless crescendo,
summer roses,
shadowy inks of the stars.

The  Deluge

Heavy  thundery  rain
Cascading  down  from  the  heavens.

The  sheer  volume  of  water
Causing  a  sinister  mist  across  the  rooftops.

A  waterfall  suddenly  fell
In  front  of  my  window.

The  gutters  unable  to  cope.

For  a  few  moments
It  felt  like  the  end  of  the  world.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

Stars burst and fell to Earth
I caught the droplets on my tongue
Felt them seep deep beneath my skin
Filling my veins with constellations

a rain is falling,
on the crack’d earth

a rain is teasing,
on the dancing us

how do we return this present,  
this overwhelming love,
endless kisses you shower,
in your every drop

a rain is calling,
on a thunder drum

a rain is singing,
come, ye all come

look the well is swell,
bare earth rustle green again,
how an elusive peacock cries
out the rain's endless names,

a rain is bending,
the mighty banyan tree

a rain is chasing,
cobra, ants and bees

how the sea rages in anarchy,
its heart is majestic today

cling of old things vanish,
in a flowing disarray

a rain is falling,
on the cracked earth

a rain is teasing,
on the dancing us

“Up above my head
I hear music in the air
I really do believe
I really do believe
there's a Heaven somewhere”
--Rhiannon Giddens

“Is that all there is?”
--Peggy Lee*

An old philosopher told me this:

“About heaven.
Let’s say there’s more than one.
There’s the one where souls
are lurid with perfection,
piled into bliss,
dreaming of change.

“There’s the one people search for
to fit the story they tell themselves.
I looked for it.  I watched the sky.
I found only words.  Blue sky is
a blank page.  Clouds are garish metaphors.

“Then there’s one that follows you.
Don’t look for it. You can’t find it.
It’s not a place or a path.
It dances at the edge of things
like old photos or a young face
that lives remembered in its older one,
an eternal moment always at hand
trailing like a thought balloon,
a shadow cast by nothing,
forever unfolding, never now.”

i am the sun

and you are the moon

i am energizing, uplifting, and warming

and you are calming, comforting, and graceful

i will melt the snow and you will guide the weary travelers

we are an almost perfect love

but it isn't perfect enough

because i am garish, overpowering, flaming

because when you reach for my hand your own is scalded

because when you caress my cheeks your fingertips sizzle

because when your lips ghost over mine i ignite a fire in your throat, engulfing you, burning you alive in my love

because your soothing soul can't handle the heat and i can't smother my own flame, my heart which burns and ravages and destroys

so i will stay far, far away from you and anyone else

to keep myself from blinding you with my searing love.

i am the sun

and you are the moon

and i am too much for you.

Night fell around me
like a wounded animal
in a garden of statues
closing their eyes,
not dreaming,

they are blinded
by the moon
as it cruised by
like a ghost ship,
or a sack of ashes,

the only sound
the quiet humming
of sleeping souls

and a shovel
clearing ground
for digging
the deepest dark hole.