Screaming echos resound around,
lies and torture coated in bronze,
forever silent.
Seething beneath the swirling clouds
and billowing stars, he paints
a portrait of the soul,
forever silent.
Walks in the dark and
wistful thoughts,
forever silent.
Sound falls on deaf ears.
Forever Silent.

I am a teddy bear
viewing the world with black eyes.
You trust me with your heart,
your innermost desires.
My lips are sewn;
never will I betray you.
Protect me with your love.

Darkness and light;
a flickering madness.
Eternity strangles death,
breath snuffed like a Candle put out
once the wax has pooled.
March forward,
head perched high.
Continue with the procession.
Awaken.

Handsome, with a twinkling in his eyes,
the boy walked.
Drizzle dropped from gray clouds.
The boy lifted what was his, and unlatched the mechanism.
Yellow sprung
and pushed the rain away from the boy.
Calm, content, the boy’s face hid behind
the material of the yellow umbrella.

Darkness surrounded the Light with fingers long and slender
It encroached Heavy.  and black,
like mascara running, wet from the rain.
Cold rain, water stinging the visage
once warm and cheerful,
though now bitten and chilled,  Life drained.

Breathing became harder as the Lungs filled with darkness
Soaked by broken Fantasies.  and thoughts,
the mind transformed, a prison of words.
Sharp words, letters cutting the soul
bound chained and caged,
tormented by beliefs and emotions, Life drained.

The sinner-saint, weighed down, collapsed on filthy streets
and left an imprint which withers as time passes.

A flourish of red,
a bold stroke of yellow,
and thin, black dots
Form the image on the canvas.
The artist washes his brush
in a bowl filled with water,
now murky, brown, and indiscriminate.
He lifts the veil over his mind
and paints what he sees:
A girl twirls
among the towering red petals
of the flowers.
She laughs,
throwing her medium-length,
black hair behind her.
Her pale, tan skin
reflects the brilliance of the Sun
as she dances with her partner,
a fair boy born deep within the wood.
Mirth.  Cheer.  Joy.
These emotions swarm the picture,
like bees buzzing amid the daisies.
The painter withdraws again from his masterpiece;
a vibrant Harmony.
He smiles.

Time slips through the Hands
like Water,
free and continually flowing
This River, swimming swift Southward,
heeds no command but the One from the
Blanched Lips
of Mother Nature.
Mother's Mistress--Fate--harrows
the trunks of Trees
so that they
fall
across Time's bank into the Stream
Unstagnated, the River still rushes
past the dead wood
Further, Deeper
into the Forest,
seeking the Ocean and its Sweet Embrace
Where
All
Stops.