Cold winds
Stacked up snow layers
Watery nostrils
Freezing bones

Lazy eyes
Painful muscles
Snoozing alarms in cellphones
Inactive ears

Energy captured
And stored like rock salt
Crack it and crush it
And finally get it

Time to do work

The Lord is my Shepherd
     PERFECT PROTECTION
I shall not want
    PERFECT SATISFACTION
He maketh me to lie down
    PERFECT REST
In green pastures
    PERFECT NOURISHMENT
He leadeth me
    PERFECT GUIDANCE
Beside the still waters
    PERFECT PEACE
He restoreth my soul
    PERFECT RESTORATION
He leadeth me in the paths of
                                                righteousness,­ for His name's sake                                                     PERFECT WALK
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the  
                                                 shadow of death, I will fear no evil,
    PERFECT CONFIDENCE
For Thou art with me
            PERFECT COMPANIONSHIP
           Thy rod
              PERFECT DISCIPLINE
          And Thy staff
  PERFECT SUPPORT
         They comfort me
   PERFECT CONSOLATION
        Thou preparest a table before me
   PERFECT FELLOWSHIP
       In the presence of mine enemies
   PERFECT TRIUMPH
      Thou anointest my head with oil
  PERFECT STRENGTH
      My cup runneth over
PERFECT JOY
      Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life
                                                 PERFECT   LOVE
And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
                 PERFECT HABITATION

Your face was so familiar to me,
Having seen it when I closed my eyes.
But now my sight is fading
And with it your affection
Leaves my lips.

Don't forget my loving,
My longing or my coveting.
Don't forget my loving
Of you.

If no charm in this world can effect you

Then, yes the one you are crazy about is

Your lucky charm

Never lose

The look in a child's eye,
Can make any trial in this life,
Smile.

When the waves peaked
the sunlight broke
through their belly,
filling the undertow
with stained glass,
blues, and greens.
At the foot of
something holy,
you felt like a child.
If you still
spoke to a God
you would have
done it then.
Instead, you scribbled
short prose
onto wrinkled
receipt paper,
released them
into the ebb.
You thought,
this sadness,
like the ocean,
belongs to all of us now.

In my head the noises that wear so many guises torments me.
I hope that they might sway, indeed just go away and leave me be.
The messages they scream each night as I do dream cause me such grief.
They tell me of such dread about those who walk un-dead, defies belief.

They act in such deprave as they walk free of their grave, Inside my head.
I see it in a way that they walk past me where I lay, in my own bed.
Almost like a feature, a silver screen cast creature lurks around.
Though silent in its play in so many shades of grey it makes a sound.

I cannot scream into the night, through fear and through fright, I lie awake.
No volume do I speak as floorboards start to creak, I start to shake.
The darkness in the room is heavy, full of gloom and I am warm.
And through my open door will entities and more decide to swarm.

The sweat will run its course, my sanity divorce before nights end.
As the footsteps come my way, with tears as I pray my mind does bend.
My mouth opens to howl as I witness of the growl and I stay still.
Does it know I'm there and does it know just where and will it ****.

With blood racing around from heart to where it's bound, I cannot breathe.
My throat is dry and rough I cannot cry enough and I believe.
My end is coming nigh and I feel that I will die, no more of life.
And as it comes so close I realise it is no ghost, it's just the wife.