It was like an echo, an echo always heard
What would happen when it
Ceased,
Refrained,
Terminated
Its toll upon my thoughts,
But I found others heard this calling
Never voiced whispered unheard.

Raeh eseht sdrow nekops
Resaeler morf slioc htrib
Eht yek sah won denrut

Liked garbled refection knowing what
Is unknown, heeded as whispers
Clinging to me, a brushed off shudder
As what was a breath now clawing at my inner ear,

"Leave me alone,

"I just spoken to air,

Do you hear the voice, the one next to me said?

"Yes,

"Don't worry friend they'll not last,

"How long have you heard these thoughts,

Since I was born, I have known there meaning
Were yours garbled nonsense?

"Yes,

I understood the first one long ago, now just
Comfort these thoughts.
Like music on my soul, easing my moments

"There singing to me now a lullaby of.......

"Nurse,
"Nurse,

Tears escaped my stained eyes, How could...

"Sorry he's gone,
"Did you know him long,

The nurse spoke cold, then the child was gone
Eleven years old,

To young on this earth for him to be gone,
He said in our talks if I listen I could hear the
Whispers to let them talk.
Days passed and I listened to each breath spoken
Few words made sense.
Spoken,
Birth,
Key
To open what I need to concentrate. I listen
To the words spoken to me of a heart young
But mind as sharp as others older in
Wisdom than me.
I listen, empty minded moments letting the
Words speak upon me.
Then like a mist it lifts upon thoughts and
I eventually hear words in clarity.

"Hear these words spoken,
"Release from coiled birth,
"The key has now turned,

With those words spoken in lucidity, I hear
Everything as these words now have meaning they
Sing,
Whistle,
Serenade
To me as my heart releases all fears,
And I realise that this is my chime.
I am at peace as the words whisper nothings
But I understand all the words spoken to me.
This is my end my song of ended moments time
Has caught up and now sings my lullaby to my mind.

There's a little boy
crying out into the night,
His mother's arms
hold him tight,
He puts his head
on her shoulder,
Nightmare dreams,
They disappear,
With a shudder he begins to feel,
a little sanctuary
so near.

There's a homeless man
sleeping outside tonight
behind the mall,
His beard is long,
His hair is *****,
He changed his clothes
in a thrift store
late last week,
the voices scream his name,
All he's looking for is
a little sanctuary.

There's a politician on
the stand
had *** with another man,
Tried methamphetamine
religion too,
Even hypocrites
are looking for
a little bit of sanctuary.

There's a woman on the road
tonight,
Two kids sleeping tight,
Johnny Walker's asleep
in front of the tv,
There's an internet
between her and her lover,
She turns up the music,
Patsy Cline's singing
Stand By Your Man,
All she's looking for, though, is a
little sanctuary.

The money's gone
the house is going,
The ***** is flowing,
The tears are rolling,
He steps outside
on the deck,
looks up at the stars,
Smokes a cigarette,
Looking for a little sanctuary.

Lover's up in a cabin loft,
twist and shout,
Grasping at straws,
Grasping each other,
Holding on tight,
For a moment of bliss,
Come on in,
Give'em a little sanctuary.

Insomniac mind,
Racing thoughts,
Won't shut off,
The days are long,
The nights are longer,
Every fear and dread,
Keeps raising their ugly head,
Quiet her thoughts,
She would if she could,
But all she can do is wait,
For a little sanctuary.

Soul survivor knocking on
the gate,
Waiting for the light,
Waiting for a world just right -
Putting away all sin and vice,
Hoping for a little sanctuary.

Garden Buddha sits on the path,
hands unfolded,
Quarter smile on his lips,
Serenity's smile,
Mastered the art of waiting
and just being,
A little sanctuary.

These poems I write tonight,
Words all tumbling
through my hand,
I don't know what I write them for,
I don't know where they go,
Where they land,
Only trying to see through
sanctuary's door,
maybe there's a little more,
A little bit left for me and you.

It can be so hard to find,
Maybe it's just a state of mind,
Sometimes so close
Sometimes so far,
We long for the day
to have the night,
We long for the night
to have the day,
But either way,
We're all just looking for
a little sanctuary.

I need to hunt
To make me  whole again,
I peel there skin like parchment
To write my pain on
Then sow to my parts rotted away.

I was once of the light,
Now I am decay.

I touch those I deem unworthy
Of life,
Of freedom,
That only deserve decay,
They become my soldiers,
The departed ones.

My rag and bone men
They hunt the night,
To find those of poor souls
They will be the givers
That keep my decay at bay.

Beware the angel of Decay,
For you may be a rag and bone
Till you collapse in decay.

Beware your life,
Live it in
Sin,
Takers of life,
Worshipers of darkness
Yours will be mine.

For you may be choose as
The flesh sewed on
Parchment of torment
Keeping my decay
For eternity at bay.

She was one of the little ones, but grew
Over ancient times, her wings were
A beauty to behold with a
Raven,
Onyx,
Shimmer
With hints of crimson red that delicately bled
Patterns of shadows death.
Her veins glistened in luminosity,
Ever corrupted was this purity of light.
For she would upon a nail graze upon her finger
Her vein bled. And into the wind would
White butterflies search out innocence
Landing upon purities skin.
Blackened,
Flesh,
Tainted
With the kiss of a butterflies touch, and
The blossom of her wings flew upon the breeze.
All that were graced with translucent butterflies.
Fell in to the blooms sickness,  hallucinogenic
Madness of butterflies maroon wings bled.
Flourishing in the mind, bleeding eyes
Caressed by her wings of death.
Always her anger towards those who
Forgot,
Disbelief,
Neglect
The thought of a winged expectation. With but
A thought another's wings did crumble into dust and
From heavens wonder did do many fall.
The wings bled more angelic death,
For those unbelievers were to breathe last breath.
She had cradled her sister as wings fell to ash,
Each was but a laughter now soaked in tears.
Fear her, for those who she hears disbelieve. For with another wing
Clipped another hundred of those know of man have fallen still .

And the little cushion was soft and plush
It was now sleepy time.
Time for bodies to be silent still

"Cover up,

"Feathers heavy,

Say the rhyme of silent night.

"Sleep in stillness,
"Eyes closed tight,
"Let a breath not escape,
"From the feathers this night,
"Head is rested,
"Body is now hushful,

Now the deed is done and silence granted
To yet another deserving one.

"Cover up,

"Feather light,

The Cushion called a silent night

"Death is but stillness,
"Eyes wide open curtains closed in soulless time,
"Breath now kept in tight,
"Feathers flew less this night,
"Frozen features extinguished light,
"Bodies cold free of life,

Little cushions silent night,
For life rested on your purest white,
Now all is silent even breath
Whispers no more this night.