My window is open and all I can hear are those birds.
Chirping, chirping away.
It never stops.
I find myself mimicking their sounds.
Like a broken record, stuck in my head.
I turn the window fan on to drown out their noise.
I still hear them, chirping.
They are stuck in my head.
I close the window of my smoke filled room.
Puffing another cigarette in quite.
Until I open the window again,
I can't get them out of my head.
So, I smoke and the fan drowns out their noise.
My room is clear of smoke, but filled with birds.

Chained to these walls
I can see only the shadows
The fire gives light to these dark silhouettes
I call them by their names
Puppets, people, or books.
They're  my company and must be real.
I perceive only what I see.
Silhouettes and shadows that are real to me.
I force myself to turn
My shackles are tight
I embrace the company of  my companions
Puppets, people, and books.
I know them by no other names.


Inspired by The Allegory of The Cave

When I lay upon my bed, I pray.
When I awaken in the dawn, I pray.
My comfort is found in my prayer.
When my time has come and my days are ended,
then, and only then, I will stop praying.
For my prayer has finally been answered.

Schoolmates I taunted, weaker than I.
The pain I suffered, I shed on them.
But now reminded, their pain is mine.
Memories of youth have become my enemy.
The spear is sharp.
The point pressed against my chest,
drawing nearer toward my heart.

I can't see in this smoke filled room
Only shadows
Lifeless forms, standing like wallflowers
It's quite
I stare and they stare back
I'm in a portrait painted in smoke and dust.
Surrounded by lifeless people
It's in my head.
Formed by my imagination
I sit and wait
Until the smoke clears
The dust is gone

I've waited for the knock on the door.
I could hear the sound of footsteps coming down the hall.
I'm awakened  in the night by the sound of screams
They're coming from the next room.
Hollering my name.
I feel its presence getting closer.
My cries cannot be heard over its sound.
It's ruthless in pursuing me.
Like an officer pursuing a criminal.
My determination weakens.
I give in to its capture.
embracing eternity.
Forever singing, fearing no more.

Goblins, gremlins ghosts and more
Tricksters and treaters candy allure
Parties, parades, dances galore
Masks, costumes,  
gowns to adore.
Whatever you do,
don't open the door.
Happy Halloween

I am bound by every bone.
By blood.
Captured in my mind, is your beauty.
You are loved more than love itself.
More than life.
The peace I feel when I'm with you suffocates all my fears.
No one can replace your touch.
Your smile,
You I love.
I've watched you for a lifetime.
I've felt your pain and suffering.
I've shared in your laughter.
I watched when you mourned.
laugh with me.
Cry with me,
Bring me to my knees.
I beg you.
I love you.
If only I loved you as I love you now.
For you are me.
Self love.

I have no memory of its companionship.
Solace and gloom surrounds me.
Slipping away in the distance.
Lost forever,
Never to find it.
Only a faint memory of what was.
Words never to be spoken again.
The silence,
Choking me while being romanced.
As a bride who lost her husband on the wedding day.
Empty bottles
Covered in dust.
Never to be filled.
Searching for happiness,
Without being close.
Never to be found.

I've been away from home so long.
I remember people as they were.
I speak to them quite often.
It seems the same.
When I gaze at them now
I don't recognize them anymore.
I still see them as they were.
I'd like to keep it that way.
The future's not sure.
I ask anyway.
Can I keep it that way?

Yesterday passed.
We can't take it back.
Should it be questioned
what favor was gained or lost.
It's in some dark corner of the room
hiding. in its arms are the things we did.
Mothering it.
keeping it safe from those who want it back.
It's safety is among the crowded space of other days.
The day's that were lost.
Behind, clothed in shrouds,
It only wants to be left alone.
Free from being jailed.
It shivers in fear from escaping the hangman.
The subpoena for testimony.
Being called as a witness.
Yesterday has become a fugitive on the run.

One day our ship will port in a place of peace and wonder.
Abaft facing the wind and sails at rest.
Limp from its journey, tired and sunder. The bolt rope holding it together.
pushing stead course toward its mark breaking every crest.
awaiting to reach its voyage end, brails to pull along the way.
The shore that limits the journey stay.

A Goliath I created.
Magnified, tripling it's size.
My wounds are already afflicted before I charge.
Grief has caused me not to rise.
My heart is heavy with such despair,
A burden heavy and large.
I lay down my sword because of the weight,
It is the very means of my defeat.
It's time to rise from my knees
Stand strong and straight.
My courage is not in my hands but in my heart.
It's time to play my part,
Face that giant and really see.
He's much smaller than me.
Cast him down
I can pass
Continue on my journey.
At last

Blood red,falling against the shadowed sky.
Amid, the blackened light it fell.
Canvased in darkens, extinguished  like a fire.
Its light gone,swallowed by the earth
A new shall come, in time.
Shall night fall, for morn I wait.

I'm lost in the heap of the unfound.
Tossed away, as an old garment.
Within me, there's an untold story.
While I lived and listened to you
Never surrendering my own misfortunes.
Castaway in some box, or clutter.
Never being told.
My silence grows.
In time, I will not be remembered.
Just an old story.
Another tale.
Once vibrant and compassionate.
Heart strong and mighty.
Now frail to another.
Just another lost manuscript never to be read.
Thrown away.
A journal of a  lifetime.
George Maris

“The fault lies within ourselves”
The tearing down of a person
A breaking of the Spirit
The ruining of self
Infliction by other person’s words
Growing up among the abandoned buildings
Once thriving with production
They became empty
The soul seen through broken windows
Cold and damp
Waiting to be torn down
Stripped of its resources for pennies.
Until there’s nothing left
An empty shell
Set it a blaze
Until it’s nothing but ash.
Then cry over the empty space
Remember it when it was a productive enterprise
Forgetting about the time it was empty,

The disease is spreading
No one  will be immune
The bacterial strain
No cure
Relationships are infected
people are sharing the virus
In their beds
In their homes
In the streets
It's communicable
The dyeing are unaware
The infection
Technology grows
you can't bury the dead
The graveyards are full
The disease spreads
one to another
Society needs no cure
unlike the diseases before
Death is not painful
However,slow.