When the moon shines bright and lonesome

On the silent moors

Then my true love comes a visiting

Comes knocking at my door



She wears a dress of embers

And begs to let her in

But I know better than that

And tearfully I sing



She left me at the alter

She left me alone to dance

She left me living her dreams

She left without a chance



When the moon shines bright and lonesome

On the silent moors

Then my true love comes a visiting

Comes knocking at my door



I keep the door tight shut

The windows blocked and barred

I will not let that creature in

Though it leaves me scarred.



For she did not leave me truly

For her ghost still carries on

On nights when the moon shines brightly

You can hear her plaintive song



When the moon shines bright and lonesome

On the silent moors

Then my true love comes a visiting

Comes knocking at my door

as the wet drops of paint
Splatter across the scene
I'm reminded of a saint
who's life devoted,
and transformed by love,
lived to long

My strokes are disciplined,
but time decides the fate,
and helpless to nature,
Gravity brings the heavy ***** of paint
Down into a bleeding imperfection
that tried to fight the odds
and Live forever

The scene,
many greens overpowered by reds
And blacks covering whites
depict a nameless man
who will live longer than me
the artist
who's fingerprints,
hide among the texture,
and who's essence is captured by the beast

the beast
and a man
fighting to live a second longer
each with titles and memories
each with myth and reputations
each risking death just to be remembered
through tongue and emotion

sadly the faces are unrecognizable,
the paint to thick for detail
and the detail to ambiguous for translation

in the end w ** will know that i knicked my finger
and bled on the canvas
or smeared the paint
who will know that i am the man
and who will know that they are the beast
and who will know that the saint lay in paint

Dear friend, I am afraid you were right from the start,
We are but foolish beings holding onto foolish hearts,
Grasping and clawing for that one true soul,
An entity we blame for our lack of self control

And here I am, the worst offender in every case,
I treat love like marathons and sprints; an endless race,
I fall in, I fall out and it all starts at the sound of a gun,
But I fear my dearest friend, there is nowhere left to run.

From adolescence to rebellious youth,
I've held this silly type of love as ultimate truth,
But I have now faced all my demons and fears,
And my fairy tale has crumbled on pages soaked in tears,

So here I lie a breathless Juliet,
My story telling is ending, the sun is set,
Bruised bones and broken hopes,
Love lost in a dream now tangled in heartless ropes.

I have been through so little
But have felt so much
Or could it be vice versa
And reality is left untouched

Our hearts have been broken
Shattered and stabbed
With attempts to put together
The fractured pieces we've grabbed

Whether they were yours or mine
I can no longer remember
Forever to be frozen
In the midst of December

But I can no longer contribute
To this puzzle of fragmented love
For I am the one causing the pain
Holding a heartless heart, I long to be rid of.

Because my heart I wear on my sleeve
Exposed, helpless, visible for all to see.
Each hope of new love,
Every dream of a happy ending
Naked in a crowd of leeches
Watching, waiting for their chance
To bleed it dry of every emotion,
To **** away the desires of a pure soul.
Using their main weapons of silky words,
Promises of paradise
Whispers of eternity
Sighs of ecstasy
Shrouded by empty vows of love.
Blinding my reasoning with every embrace
Every kiss filled with the poison of deceit
Your touch leaves me paralyzed, empty
Left with a unquenchable thirst in a desert of lies.
Left with nothing but an unfillable void
A Black Whole devouring every vision of fate or hope
Desperatley wanting to believe every syllable

******* summer
the pollen drives me nuts
I've always had awful allergies
and today my eyes are streaming
But the sun will go down soon
and they seem to get better at night
besides, David is here
so Is my older sister
and her twenty-one year old boyfriend
I've never done it before
but David said it's a blast
and I'll get used to the taste
but not the hangovers

The moon reigned supreme
and we came out to play
clear liquid
ripped down my throat
like a shotgun blast
which tasted remotely of watermelon
and a lot like skinned knees and cuts
I've never done this before?
where have I been
and why won't my arms
do as I tell them
who cares?
for once not me
I think we are going to become
very fast friends

MESSAGE GOES HERE
     BE BRIEF

Do your thoughts have limbs strong enough to choke you?
     THERE ARE ARMS HERE –STOP- THOUSANDS –STOP-

Can I see fragments fester in your dilated pupils?
      MY EYELIDS HAVE GROWN THICKER OVER TIME –STOP-
      CAPILLARIES ONCE BRANCHING OUT FROM LASHES HAVE ERODED –STOP-
      INDEPENDENT RUMINATIONS HAVE BEEN CARFULLY CONTAINED –STOP-

Then, at what point do your ‘ruminations’ make you colorblind?
      NOW –STOP-
      I WILL PAINT MYSELF BLUE TODAY –STOP- AT LEAST I THINK SO –STOP-
      I FIGURE LACERATIONS WILL LOOK NICE IN PURPLE –STOP-

After they bring brownness, are you fit enough to die?
      WITH LOVE
      –STOP-

I delight in finding ways
that make your eyes light up.
It may be with flowers
or just washing out a cup,
hiding piles of candy
in a place you’d not expect,
trusting in your wisdom
giving you deserved respect,
discovering a delightful way
to ease your headache pain,
kissing your luscious tummy
whether you lose or gain,
getting you a special treat
with a candle aglow on top,
writing one more poem for you
so you’ll know they’ll never stop.
Yes, I delight in finding ways
to love you my sweet treasure,
and hope I have a long, long life
to bring unexpected pleasure.

©2005 Michael S. Davis