the orb of light is my destiny.

in my dark valley
escape is a blind flight
on the moonless night

when heavy lies the fog on wing
neath misty sky crickets sing
beckons me the halogen

come embrace forget pain.

be afraid not of the one recourse
come what may fly to the source
soak in the fire of the drizzled night
life is precious with death on sight.

caught in wire stuck on fence
dying this night makes only sense
i fall like rains and at last free

the orb of light is my destiny.

Lessening sadnesses
by appropriating real-time
  I wish for certainty
but don’t grant myself
that luxury–unworthy of
getting my way, fulfilling
my desires…all renters
no buyers, not in this market
Writing without cause
to satisfy my purpose
Giving your name
less power by replacing it
with Jump Ship, ‘cause
that’s what you do, when
the action gets too hot
you can no longer allot
your time…your priorities
change within a day
  I wish for consistency
but don’t grant myself
the serenity to accept
it won’t come from you.

I see the horizon, such a straight defined line.
A cliff face at either end hundreds of miles apart,
As if forming a gateway to enter this magical land.
So much about this world is so obscure to me,
Questioning everything as a little tot,
The questions some were thinking but would never dear to mention.
Among all the obscurity,
I'v always found a sense of peace
A calming, whenever I'm at the coast.
I wonder if its the rolling tide
Or the hiss of the waves,
At times smashing into the shore on the roughest day's.
Watching the birds dance their beautiful,
Graceful dance,
Dipping & diving,
Gliding with the waves.
Skimming just above the surface.
I a get a sense while watching these creatures,
As free as can be,
That they arrived at this coast line,
For the same reason as me.

Blanketed in your warm embrace.
Cradling me
Carrying me threw time and space.
Everything becomes right.

Her birthday cards

All lined up on the mantle like

Happy paper people, waiting to give praise.

She placed her flowers just below

On the fireplace bricks like

A bouquet garden,

nurtured for ripe admiring.

It’s an impromptu display, in gentle notions reading:

“I am loved!”

Next to Grandpa’s old chair,

Where part of Grandma’s heart sleeps

At night.

What a beautiful home

She has kept

And keeps.

Memorabilia of a better time

When pride came from the simple things.

With a warm heart and keen eye,

Every adornment

In its proper home placed,

And atop the fireplace mantle

Is where you’ll find

The birthday cards.

Many years from here, today  
When you're finally on your deathly way
Think very hard of who you want to be
It's hard I know, incredibly
But do the maths all on your own
And don't be scared of the unknown

Do not let others tell you what to do
Or you'll become one of them too
Just Believe in yourself and soon you'll find
you can fit into just about any state of mind

And when you're on that final breath
You'll be ready to warmly welcome death
when the lights begin to fade
And bits of life start to evade
Will you travel the world, inside your head?
or just count your coins and wet the bed

Please see my last post.

I am leaving HP.

NOT because I don't love you all.
But because i love one
Person TOO MUCH!!!

My friend who is below lisred
I will alwaya love you as a friend.
No follow poet is EVER PARTED...

Ocean Blue
Solaces
Chria Fracc
Maggie Grace
Sukreeti
Arlo Disarray
Nathan Colin Owens
Ol' Storyteller


Thank you for sharing part of your hearts with me! !!!

More thanks to come...

Pretty, I'm pretty.
Sparkles my name used to be tiny dancer.
The bouncer loved me.
But the guys paid money.
I lived with one.
He made me insane.
He said I was used up and would be nothing again.
The bouncer knew until he cared no more.
Another guy came in again and again.
Smiling, stuff I couldn't fucken stand.
I decided I would end my life that night.
That other guy always ask me out.
This time I said yes.
Knowing I was ending my life that night.
I was fine.
Out we went. Home I came.
Pour myself a bath and saw the straight razor.
Started to use it on my wrists.
Door bell rings.
**** he forgot his hat.
He said he had a great night.
With my towel wrap another me and my hands behind my back he reached for a hug and never looked back.
Bathroom bound again.
My ex came home and found me in the bathroom.
He was so ****** about the mess.
You know me bleeding everywhere.
He phoned 911.
Off I went.
After I was stitched up.  
And made a ran for the door....out of the ward.
Back I went. I was sent downstairs in the cold unfinished basement to heal.
Buddie kept on phoning me.
I finally got the call.
He said whats going on haven't heard from you in a week.
Strange thing is my jacket on the back had blood on it the night I drop you off.
Told him my story and we were packed up within two days.
We went home as he put it.