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The road was a ghostly ribbon:

a strange violet hue.

The sycamore trees ******* thrashing

as a frenzied wind blew.

A dark cloaked horseman

appeared on the horizon’s edge.

He whipped his horse forward;

this horse almost flew.

The pounding hooves echoed

down the cobbled road.

The  madman charged forward

with his deadly load.

They never caught the horseman

who murdered her father that night.

He shot his pistol once then the old man died.

No're was he ever seen again

after the red cobbles dried.

They never found his stallion

with nostrils flaming fire'

who flew like a dragon

until the prey expired.

The girl wept and moaned

at her window. Always watching for him.

Watching the winding road ;she could redeem his sin.

A kiss my darling sweetheart, kiss and let me fly.

His shadow was imprinted on  clean cobbles.

His scarf around her neck but nothing made things right.

The devil surely wanted him

and death breathed down his trek.

They searched  swearing they'd catch the wretch yet found

no trace of him. The girl she smiled sadly.

For now he rode the wind.
Kathleen Colby@2009 this was re-writen in 2010
She ****** the marrow from my bones.
Smacked her lips, she'd fed her fill from my blood.
I could only think of long winter nights
and found myself in terrible fright.

My instrument so amorous
I believed her lies.
How could I know
her beast inside?

It began with my lust for wine.
that fueled this madness; a helpless
debaucher now souless and dying.
I hear my wife and all her crying.

The ***** promised wine
then ****** my blood.
The feeling was mutual, familiar
and the dream was done.

You will die, I heard her say.
This **** I found in an alleyway.
This rotting corpse with no remorse.
All it wanted she got and more.

Does this mean I've lost my soul?
Dead drunk I'd laugh and not recall.
My mind was driven by autumn tides.
Drink and madness killed my life.

I sail the morrow on the morning tide.
In this casket I will reside.
The **** of ***** took  all my pride.
The ****** **** not at my side.

She laughed again with no shame.
This is not a sublime disgrace.
My wife, dear wife won't touch this box.
She must go and get a lock.

Bones chained in this prison dark.
Eternity has no end...no start.
My blood flowed in her throat like a sobbing flood.
I sought oblivian in a vile ****.

My blood drunk by the Devil's  *****.
Sorry dearie, there is no more.
My dearest wife absolved my drink.
This foulest  of deeds beyond her brink.

I am a ****** soul with unbending regret.
None of it matters for I am dead.
Forgive me wife, your love was a flame.
My hideous lust your only shame.

I am  a tormented cry that no one hears.
Good-bye...
evil is as evil does...
My aim is noble
and steady as a flame
Stark obessions
reveal my earthly pain,

I am beyond all reason
believe I am no saint.
Love is a complex fiction
especially when it drains.

Twilight discovers truth and clarity.
Love really takes no brains.
A **** and ****** on my block,
a hideous bombing in Irag.

My love, she grabs and screams "Obey."
I pinch and push her far away.
"Let's celebrate our mundane life,
otherwise Love, pick up that knife."
Ain't life swell?
Days pass,
days pass----
shadows tread
the night.
Hearts break
glass shatters
from above.
Grey eyes
blink back
the years in rain.
And the world
comes xlowly
to an end.
written by my sister Poet Laureate AC Dyson
It is the days
we do not spek of
that turn our lives.

It is the cold
which makes us yearn
for houses made of woolen.

We are caught...
In the endless Bric-a-Brac.
The absurdity of it all.

We are the children

of men in winter,
mad sailors,
and silent snow.
Written also by my sister Poet Laureate Adelaide C Dyson
Smoke rose
                                      in slow dark circles
                                         The sullen sky wept
                                    as dawn approached.
                                             Fires signaled
                                    the brief rise of man;
                                             rain signaled
                                    the season's change.
                                       Winter shadowed
                                              the horizon;
                                               night coldly
                                       gave way to day .                          
                                    Primal fear began
                                           unknown--
                                    (Tribal knowledge
                                           gave it name).
                                           Dark embers
                                    warned the weak...
                                    Death would come:
                                      that frozen storm
                                         of frozen lives.
                                    The lesson of tears
                                      would be taught.
                                        Day would flee,
                                               afraid
                                       man would sleep,
                                              dreamless,
                                        in the dim hours
                                        of winter's reign.
This poem was written by Poet Laureate Adelaide Dyson who is my blood sister and is dying.....
I am thunder hear me roar;

paramour of Wotan

now the mountains rumble

when I anger and make war.

Beware the lair, my hair is fire

and I scorch from far.

I hurt your lies

and burn your truth.

I race the wind.

I always win.

Do not mock ...they’ll

find your body

on the rocks…

torn and ******  

black holes for eyes

bore out with nails.

You never saw

the truth so what!

You dispise

the one who tried to

show the way.

Go to hell !Oh boorish ****...

I’m here to stay…Vaincre Le ****

is surely meant for me...

just set me  free…If you should say,

Oh poisson,she smells... it would be fitting

for Wotan’s *****…

You  are a real piece of work!
I am still angry!
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