The Sycamores are becoming skeletal
all the long grasses have gone to seed.
and I wonder just where I fit in today;
an overgrown beard and aching bones.

effort;
ˈefərt/
noun

to her, is studying during the wee hours of the morning
to him, is the time you spend asking how his day went
to her, is the lovely pair of shoes you got for her that flatters her dress
to them, is the days you showed up despite being ill
to him, is the admission slip into an ivy league university
to her, is the work you left behind to attend your uncle's funeral
to them, is the messages you send out, asking how they're doing

to you,
is to get out of bed each morning, even when you don't want to
is to accept that it is, by God's will that you are where you are
is to understand that your body is a gift and you will cherish it
is to learn that you don't live to please everyone
is to stand up for yourself, even when you are too timid to speak
is to fight for what you want, and never backing down
is to pick yourself up every time you fall, and come back stronger
is to fix yourself, piece by piece
is to unravel your mind &  live with the memories, even if they **** you

effort to you, isn't effort to her
effort to him, isn't effort to you
effort to them, isn't effort to him

but that is okay, we know you're trying

*we know

I thought I could
hear the roses
smell the colors
taste the fire
see the halos
control the mind
kiss the storm
touch the prayers
swallow the lies
hold the centuries
and
escape the world

The terracotta shines in the westerly sun
when the man and the woman
fly on the temple courtyard
on the wings of time.

She touches the sculptured kiss
He stares at the ample breast
She blushes at the frozen mount
He awes at the curve and crest
She feels a longing to be his
He wishes seizing her for a kiss.

Shadows grow long on the burnt clays,

time to go separate ways.

the skies ebb and flow,

the unquenchable harmonics
of a lonely violin,

tenderness and flowers,
impressionism and ghosts,
layers of clouds rushing....

the brocades of the day
wrapping its skirts to
ankles that stride
like the wind.    

jealousy like
smouldering fire,
always wanting you
most.

Who are you said I,
Shallow smile,
And cold eyes locked on me,
He began,
I'm no other than the evictor of sanity.
I take away peoples happiness,
And exchange them with tragedy.
Why would you do that ?
Is it not to you of any importance,
That tragedy leads to misery,
It shatters peoples memories,
He proudly said,
Why would it mean anything to me,
When people fall an easy prey to my ways.