The garden
is covered
in white veils:
the ocean lights
up in blue and pale
white splodges.

Roses and Daisy's
covet with each other
in red paint hanging
tight together
on window ledges.

The sounds
of chimes, cars
church bells  sing
their melody.  

The violet harlots
strip off their
cloaks and
embrace in
natures dance.

The white ivy
glows pale and
sleeps in her veil
inside the confines
of the garden's gazebo:
waiting her sweet time
to be awoken by each
parting kiss and
joyful chime.

Playing her
melody she
plucks each
string in a careful
manner:

She can see an shadow  
mimicking each move
made the reflection
that sits behind her
cutting the fine tuned
strings with her dagger

Her song keeps looping
in the background
but comes to the
grinding end.  

She could not hear
her song, the melody
the words that once
came together.

It became silent

Her heart loops
beats stops
the song of her life
falls incomplete
she falls into
a coma
death's
sleep

Red cherry blossom
twirls into the
sun soaked ocean.

The sunlight dims
turning from pink  
to grey trees begin
to bend they are grasped
by Autumn's wind:

Green shrubbery
rots into the ground:
It waits for the day
the month of Jolly May
but in the mean time
disguises itself in
murky soil: awaiting for
rebirth in Spring:

The ravens sing
a high pitch squeak:
they cannot keep up in time
with the melody:
They ponder and
flock in the night
to bite at the flesh
they can find.

Autumn brings the
chill in the air for the
winter only lurks
around the corner.

My heart fills with decay:
its torn and broken.

You left me speechless
on the 13th day.

The only thing that
reminds me of  you
is a token of love
clinging to my chest.

It saddens me you
can forget me fast:
know deep down
things aren't
meant
to
last.

I was getting over the worst:
my sun shining but
now its eclipsed
by the Earth.

I'm blind bound by chains
leaving me
in
eternal
shame.

Your ring reminds me
your never far apart.

You once entered my dreams
filled  it up with romance
and passion: the wine
we consumed:  rhythm of dance.

These visions fade:
you caste
my heart
with
your
sword.

You
wore me
into the ground:
turning
my
bitter
smile
upside down.

All I wanted was respect:
lest you forget.

I don't want
to feel this
way no more.

A huge dark
cloud floats
it sways
exploding with
ice and thunder
sprays
darkens up
my sunny days.

I can see eyes
they pop out
of skull bruised
and torn .

I can hear terrible
screams of sirens
calling out my name.

Their flesh crawling
closer to my face
sweat and fear
makes me shake.

I wish I knew
what went wrong
darkness in the
horizon sinks
the ship's course
colliding with my
battered heart,
its feeling darker
than before.

All I can muster
up is a grim smile.
Happiness and Love
fell apart.
Dignity and Pride
came too late.

I wish I can feel
the golden shine
of a hundred spring
days. The barks of
puppies, aroma
of rose and the warmest
smile of a stranger.

True happiness is
a gem to show:
the very seeds of
life I want to sow.

The words we read:
conjured up figures,
concepts, new ideas  
we want an closure:
a nice happy ending:
another question,
a cliche, a solution
hope to fight
off this condition.
  

That inner voice,
tells us what we
should do.
The critic,
the karma
the inner spirit
gliding through storms:
trudging across murky waters
but can we all
squeeze in that
same boat.

Words are pain
they are there to educate:
devour us with pleasure:
smoother dreams with color.
Nothing is ever black or
white its more grey all over.
  
Words are the
most potent
force that we can muster.
They are always free to change:
and are unpredictable
as the weather.
  
You can never buy words
they are immortal
unbreakable and
are challenging to decipher.
One minute they make you feel
a million times better.
The next they leave you on the sidewalk
with nothing but naked pride.
You can never really measure
the costs at the horror
of words that turn a sane man
insane.

Twisted butterfly wings  
silence your tongue
bruises and marks
conceal your flesh
with black and white
splodges.
shadows blow you
a kiss that twists
your ballerina feet
into a dance
Your eyes half shut,
half open hearing
whispers of verse
that turn into song.