she sat in the beautiful sunlight
with deeper wishes in her eyes but
her young heart dances to the sweeter song
so she asked me to hold her hand
till the darkness had passed
now shes hot on the trail of true creation
down to earth with all natural heartfelt ways
bends me round her legendary smile
and while writing a freehand verse of sunshines laughter
she paints a lifesize version of
tomorrow's beautiful sunrise into the eyes of her self portrait
she is knee deep in the mud of inspiration
the persistent sunshine of the soul lights her way
the enduring hope of a hand held guides her path
its beauty can be seen in her self portrait

the wind chases a few dead leaves
across the grass
and i can taste the cold in the air
as my words wrap round eachother and die in the darkness
faintly echoing of my yesterday
when she was still here with me
lingering here to remind me of all that harshness that we did speak
all the things cannot be taken away
you can always add more dope
you can never take away
you can never ever take away
and she just slipped away
like the leaves chased by the cold wind
'and this game is fairly serious too'
and the tears flow
you can add more but you can never take back

i shuffle along the ***** road
to the edge of the alley where he sits in the sun
and ask
ask so quiet and so meek
please man....please can you...
musta been there for a year
maybe ten
and then she did that
she forgot the golden rules
forgot the way to go
and somthing black and sticky came to take her away
made her sleep
but it aint so restful
in the cold

the wind chases a few dead leaves
through the years
and catches one in a tenement with a spike
catches another in the park with a blade over a bag of ****
caught her doing more than she shoulda
more than she shoulda
you can always add more
you can never take back
i want her back

the lights shut off
one by one
till the world is only moonlight and shadows
and the crowds of humanity withdraw
taking with them tucked in pocket
the echoes of yesterdays
and the quiet promises of today

into this field littered by the passing night
the gypsy's of the street
comb through for the treasured trinkets
and cast coin
passing me without a waiting word
as i sit in the grass by the skeleton of the stage
watching a distant torch flicker in the trees
as the priestess of death makes her bed
among the graves

down by the river
down where she lay me down to ease the fever
where she sat all night
while the grand empire played out its death throes
so near at hand the light of the pillage was bright
and cannon shot rolled like
thunder till  the ugly face of first light
introduced itself like a cruel feildboss
to these pickers of the fruits of wars labours

she had stayed with me till danger had passed
till fevers delirium had parted
from me wearing his skeletal remains and scythe
leaving me shivering in her comforting arms
but as my mind cleared
as the chill fog of war slipped away
i realized i had been
alone all night with naught but the dark
and the burnt skeleton
of my yesterdays
in a cold northern wood

her desperate beauty clings to my heart
like the wayward soul seeking shelter
from wild winds rising
already fond of her delicate smile i collapse
while the distant world shifts
beyond the borders of the bliss her naked laugh creates

profane to speak of her flaws but to me even her flaws are
but devices of the flawless design
and such design as to entrance
her eyes comb my appearance from root of souls keepsake
to the bluster and bravado of summer night
she with her lush moist lips speak so bravely the conquests
but the shyness of her eyes speak fluently
of her deeper thoughts
of how she wishes to be the conquest
how she desires

like a winters coat pulled to banish the chill
our companionship in this hour comforts us both
while the waters of the world collapse on
the tin roof of the beachside shelter with summer birds song muted
her skin a deep tan have scattered my thoughts
as will when such intense beauty focuses her will upon mere mortal man
we both laugh at this to be true
she begins to apologise but i will hear none of it
i ever the gentleman bow to her graces and capitulate the day

her desperate beauty walks away as sun gathers once again
she upon leaving gently kissed my cheek and gave me the delight
of her smile
a gift to be treasured
i never even knew her name

the metal man
his arms weaponized and poised at the ready
sanguine his face carved in bronze
the 'darkly world has come' is the lens of his eye
disturbs sublimely the world as it peers
in narrow perception at the swift and reckless
life of flesh and bone that moves all around his cold body

darkly come are the phrases like prayers uttered
spoken with reverent malice
spoken like evils true loves

neath the forest of life's sounds
the labours of the steam engine that fuels
this poor dark beast of a metal man
sputters and heaves as its malformed intents
work to move him to his destiny's grave

peaceful is this place in the world
the winter sun dazzles the walkway neath snowbound tree
as if by design such tender care made such devices
to reach such metal creatures hidden heart
to wrestle its soul from its dark purpose

  twisted is the logic that pressed innocent metal
to such dark works
enslaved it to the meat of vile tongue
and the bitter wine of such inhuman misery's

so here it tread in the gardens of eden
its weaponized arms matching its uneven gait
as it moves slowly neath the leaves
its 'world come darkly' lens forever focused
on the ever narrow path of its fate
pity this creature as much as you ware it
neath that dark eye the innocent metal
it knows not how to break the iron grip of its master
sorrow

this days bread
not a boastful feast with veracious laughter
but the quiet sharing of bounty
between thouse gathered
the conversations saunters like a comfortable man
of evening stroll in the bordertown marketplace
stop to taste of its local cuisine
savour its exotic beauties
and subtle touch

with the world withdrawn to night
we all sit on the veranda
and our laughter and words
fill the space the small light provides
with a rich deep texture
and scents our hearts with
feelings of togetherness and comradery

one friend who young face
gives credence to his optimistic forebodings
eagerly leans into chapter and verse
of politic and its verbal knives
seeking to blame with wit
the narrow disasters of finance
we all love our friend dearly
and shush such nonsense
turn the face on conversation back
to her warmer natures

she is my woman's friend
and  she spent the night with us last night
in our bed
soon to leave for humanitarian mission
to some obscure world away
she sits in my woman's arms like they have
been with eachother all their lives
it is such beauty to see two women
in such comfortable ease as lovers
they are both a delight to me

our hours grow thin
as sleep calls us all one by one
and gives us one by one to such dreams
as may our collective loves may bring
this is the best moments of my life
and are enduring in my heart
as i too slip into slumbering
in the arms in these two women
in the arms of love

the day like a beautiful woman
beguiles you from the dark path that
your troubles lead you
the spring air itself seeks to
enlighten and revive

but stained is the canvas on which you
are painted
and while they are rich in flavour
the hues in which you are rendered are
filled with traces of the darkness that begat you
and even the hint of which leads you to this place

a whooping crane glides close to the chop of the water
wheeling on the turn of the breeze
the lakes dark waters give no tale to its depths
only reflects the jewels of the sun

you stand there in the shade of a pinetree
and with stillness grasping you heart
watching the day unfold unhurried
it tries once again to beguile you from these
shadows of thought
with the sounds of children's joyful play
and the rush of eagerness as a passenger jet rises high above
delivering its fragile cargo to bright futures
to the travellers quest to discover the lost country
and find their own kingdoms under the sun

but after such time as this
it takes more than mere distractions
to bend a life's path

i would give much to see your smile
would offer to stand the night-watch
with the weary men of the dutch gate
would render worlds with the pen
but you cast aside such things
this is your own dark road and
alone upon it you must tread

small hand delve into the waters
seeking the grand design
and his place in it
spend your days frugally and thin of heart
to what gain
thous endeared to your fleet foot
handsome pretense loose hope
in the everlasting winter of your indifference

small hand offered meek and tentative
but in the midst of torrential rain
it goes without the reply it so needed
withdrawn slowly as if to speak to the thought
am i so unworthy in your eyes
am i so disdained
is this the end of my days
have the words finally escaped me
never to return

the pretty poet holding his hand
whispers to him across the miles that he need
not feel so alone
she dances in her shower and dreams of him
that tender thought
that hopeful and giving heart from far west
helps him endure
recalls to him that this need not be the end of his road
need not think tomorrows joy is unattainable

pretty poet
he cannot always find the words
sometimes for all he wishes to say
his pen lacks the words
except thank you from the bottom of his heart


reprise:
at last at the end of your days
embrace the offered hand
know that you are the first to tread
that lonely wood

the crows narrated his approach
as if devising his doom
but scatter to springs crisp air
as he drew near
crying out as they took to wing
an odd forlorn song that crows speak
in the front yard he pauses in the wild weeds and litter
he pushes open the door
and cool dark silences greet him
he steps inside and a crow lands on the lawn
its strange eye leveled at him

inside the house he lay on the stained mattress
with the full weight of his own mind on him
restless he spins on the sheets and
wrestles the blanket for answers it dose not contain
eventually he just sits by the grey stain of a window
and watches the slow clockwork precision that
night consumes day like a glutton with dinners three fold

night is stillness in the house
he sits on the front step barefoot among the
leaves cast aside by the living world
each a unique face gone dark by deaths hand
gathered here by twisting winds
to find comfort in mutual decay
like parched lips feeling for the condensation of souls
lain out for burial
the dead are wet leaves stacked in the heart
sweep them up and tenderly carry them to pyre
release me from this earthly tomb

in the grey of morning
he walks barefoot still across the lawn
decorated with litter and weeds
to the broken fence
when a single crow
utters its soulful cry
the dead are wet
release them from this earthly tomb

she was the one
was the only one i will carry with me
all the days of my life
everything else in my world has changed
but end of the day
close my eyes she is there waiting for me
she is my one moment in life that i will replay over and over
and wish i could change

close my eyes and that warm spring moring will allways be there
like from beyond she is holding me here
forever unable to change what was meant to be
what i could not have changed even if i had known

i was a young man
strong and sure of what to do
which path to follow
so sure of what was
and what was meant to be

till the spring tide changed everything
and now old and grey
i linger here with her smiling face just beyond my closed eyes
and no path seems so sure till it allready has my track upon it
no future is sure till its underfoot
and no person granted no matter how near

she is the one i carry with me
waiting for me to close my eyes for that last time
she is the one i will replay in my heart over and over
till i forgive myself....till she forgives me
in the next life

let me slip away into sleep now
let me open my dreamers eyes in restless slumber
slip away to a dream of summer long ago
to walk the paths that only boyhood knew
to be once more the manchild beholding
all the world within my grasp
all the mysteries to be conquered
to be the hero for all the world to see
this sleeping world gives glimpses of itself as i awaken
the steps of roosevelt school
footsteps echoing on the ornate marble
laughing clear and clean
without worry or taint
let me slip away into sleep once more
let me fly among the stars
in wonderful adventure
let me run like the wind
free once more
free

the wind embraces her
and sends her embroidered hair
to streaming like wild creatures dancing on spring breeze
she runs her fingertips along my cheek
and with the measured and carefully tender kiss of her smile
she releases me to wander the sunlight
and seek the turns of phrase
seek the true words that entice the day
to its beautiful paths
she leans over to show
and with such seductive pose
she is like a winterbird
warmth wrapped in brilliant plumage

winterbird perched on summer shore
brilliance feather and song so sweet
her voice is like spring come to the soul's heart
warm flow of such tender thought
that even the darkest must surely embrace with joys
winterbird with her embroidery hair loose
to catch sparkles of sunlight on the beads
to catch the beauty of springs day
winterbird come to sing in dreams
some song to devilish delight dance in wild freedoms
by enchanters firelight

winterbird how would you unlock me
with simple gestures you open the heart
with the ease of magics hand you unearth edens gates
and with simple pure girlish giggles
run dancing across timeless meadowland
she is eden breathing
she the the quiet magic that the world spins upon
like a ring of earthy fires in dreamscapes tale

that ***** old scumbag
but thats the thing
he wasnt really

like the rest of us
caught in a web
he did what he had to do

one of the few who was kind to
me in my folly
he remembered that im a human being
when all others just saw meat
i hope when i go someone remembers me
better than they have him

a couple of young kids
left him od'd in a bathtub
in a eviction apartment
like some peice of old furnature

goodbye my friend
i hope you find peace on the other side

she wandered the twilight
like a beautiful dream
bathed in moonlight and sweet thoughts
her heart flutters
like a powerful butterfly
a link in the chain of events
between falling in love and being in love
the kiss between the hearts desire and its dreams
she is just a woman
but there is magic in the moments
there is true beauty to be found in the touch
a symphony of sublime in her every movement
a truth to the world expressed in her eyes
the heart is a place where all is possible
where it all can be at your fingertips
all the wonderful dreams
all the promise of tonight
she wandered the twilight
like a beautiful dream
and that dream is moonlight
and its wonderful to be lost there
in the fluttering of the silent wings
of a heart

your a lovely dream i had once
cherished the moment when your smile eclipsed
all my hearts reckless moments
the days when i still thought and breathed your name gently
days i loved being lost in the places your eyes took me
the song that only the heart knows
the song that only tears can play  
you were a lovely dream that had me once
and i will live to the end of my days
cherishing that moment
when you smiled for me

delicately she balances on the edge
of the crisp sheets of the motel room's bed
wearing her hoodie and jeans fashionably
not speaking except in the nervous fidget of her hands
but its her homespun beauty that is the tale to be told
truth of her breath catching when she thinks she hears him in the distance
truth of her writing his name in the dew of dawn on the windshield
with the promised hearts and rainbows forever dream

its a little past two am
in the motel next to the highway
the door is open
letting in the ever present scent of diesel
and late summer georgia night air
she sits in the pool of light on the motel room bed
looking out into the darkness next to the highway
there are no tears
no words
they have long since rushed out and washed away
now there is only the waiting
for the sound of his truck
his boots on the gravel

she sits in the pool of motel light
ignoring the fading glories of the night
ignoring the fading glories of her youth
he will come for her
and everything will be right

breeze back to the days before life had changed
venture to the remembrances
the birds gather dozen or so
in the almost lake of a puddle
all talking their reasons in such beautiful voice of song
but i scatter them to wing
with a casual shout
early morning sun burns the water to mist
and i splash thru with mock giant step
making as much of a mess as i can
because i can eat my desert before i eat dinner
i can stay up and watch the late late movie
while drinking a river of beer if that suited me
cause im too **** old to give a
about what anybody thinks
cause im wandering midnight parking lots alone
and i really need a girl like you to hold hands with
run thru puddles with
learn to duck dance under the stars
and find what this strange circus world has to offer us

the Spanish wood table
lay broken there by the door
its cotton cloth soaked with the wine she spilled
her cigarette still smouldering like her eyes
loose on the dusty floor
the music stopped has left its echo in its place
like an intangible trail into the
mystery's of night
into the mythology of her tales
riding a mare of nightshades
wailing fears and regrets
has she departed for the end of empires
where has she gone
how can we go on with this brave tale
with this misadventure
without her brave face

walk down into the crowded house
walk slow thru their confused and frightened faces
'senior what shall we do now that she is gone
who could have lead her astray'

and as the the tolling bell raises the alarm
dawn creeps into the room
like a thief come for the rest of our treasured hopes
like a fat banker come for our gold

they ride hard out in all directions
searching for some trace or track
there will be hell to pay
they have sworn blood oaths
and have readied their sharp knives
they will find thouse responsible for stealing her away
someone will pay for this
the newspapers all scream

then our cat wanders back in the door
and curls up at my feet
oh ok
she came home

out of season rain
falls steady on my roof
its pattern on the slate walkway is a confusion of circles
birds continue to sing
cars continue to speed by
it is only i that has ground to a halt by this
gentle downpour
rainy season isnt supposed to be here yet
so why have you clogged my day
with your wet bedraggled deluge
away with you rain
away with you

the quintessential beautiful day
but there is shadow etched in the patches of light
there is taste of misgivings in sweet afternoon air
the heart sketches its dreamscape
but distant thundercloud ripe with storm encroaches
but it is the image that intrudes
a vision from the inner mind
that sends precursors of darkness into my perfect day
an unsettled mind always creates dark creatures
to hunt down and haunt my best moments
why cant i leave myself alone
why must i hound my own footsteps with these dark tidings
the vision that creeps into my heart
is of the girl i left in the mountains
and what joy she would find here in paradise
if i had only
if i could only
would have...should have...didn't
why must i hound myself with all the possible things
she wouldn't even lower herself to talk to me
and i just beat myself up with desires to rescue her
she should be a forgotten bad dream
she should be forgotten....
the quintessential beautiful day
but all i can see is the tombstones of sorrow
and the paths not taken
it will change
it will change
with time
i will leave this dark girl behind

out to sea
countless miles hand to the tiller
to find that brief moment
on the crest of a twenty foot breaking wave
as a nor'easter wilds the sea
when you glimpse it
in the stillness between heaven and earth

she hid in her bedroom
looking at a late fall paris passing rainstorm
and on the run down east side facing the setting sun
she could just make out another lover fleeing town with
his creditors in hot pursuit
he owed so much for the words he had abused
up on paris's boothill
the gunslingers and thieves wouldn't have ya
it was in that darkest hour she glimpsed it in the mirror

under the bewitching stars
in the anvil of desolation's wasteland of high desert
on the cusp of the suns imminent rise
you can see it in the broiling fire
as the edge of the world itself appears to burn
you can see clearly that this end
of your little world
is but a door which you stand at the threshold
many times in your life
step into the fire or frying pan
step into the next world you will live in
or try vainly to escape into the past

i walked in the wilderness
i walked alone
there were signs and portents
but they were shallow imperfections on reality's page
they were ink stains afterthought to a great symphony
a dust devil in backwater forever forgotten road
and as i walked i heard it spin past
i saw its track on the cracked pavement
but did not slow my steps
after all i knew not a single face ever born of dusts fire

she came upon me in the wilderness
she stopped me in my walking with a gesture
that was complex in its simplicity
that was rich in its lack of words
she asked me to think upon the need
i asked her with a single tear frozen in time
heated by the hearts sun

she painted a masterpiece there on
the sunbaked road
she used the world as her canvas
she used the color of her words as her paints
and what she showed me
beckoned me further in thought
drew the mind to look upon its on mechanics
and with her hand she made doves in the air
with her hand she made soft trees upon which they could live

i walked once in a wilderness
i once walked alone
in an unseeing way
striding forth to an unseen future
till she had come upon me
and gave my words wings
and gave my mind a key
that turned in the wilderness
and released me

she made me a brown turtle dove
living in a paradise of roses
by the side of a road through a wilderness
that has no beginning
no end
she said no need to walk the road
now that you can fly
gave my mind a key
released me

her innocent eyes asked
as the sun peeked out from the rain
and said hello to us in our joys
and i took her hand looked deep into her eye
with a love that spoke for me
her smile appears and i know that she understood
like i knew she would

a country girl
in cotton blues jeans
shes got a heart full of summer skies
she got a soul of pure magic
her heart is a warm tender place like a mountain stream
sustain you in your hour
nourish your soul and heart to keep
take her walking on the mountain side
take her to that shady tree
take the long day in her arms
the way it should be

after the day done
my country girl sat in my pickup and talked all night
bout all the things we gonna do
all the far away places we'd visit
but for now i'll want for nothin long as i got her
so i'm gonna take her to the shady tree
and give her some love
way it should be

she ran quick as sin
to tell the moon of the maidens sea of intents
but her tongue twisted upon the word
as they were written
she will always remember the first kiss
such a desire of such a succulent dream
but she will always fail because she forgets the pain of aftermath
the bird of her heart has its
mighty wings restrained by a brief touch of his lips
you cannot purchase but you must certainly pay
so she ran quick as sin
his rose colored glasses will alter your mind
in no time at all he will grant you
you wildest dreams with a simple kiss
just one kiss...whats the harm
so she will succumb to him
trying to recapture that first lovely kiss
that first kiss

forgiven the yesterdays
for all their flaws
for all their hesitations and mistaken paths
see only their progressions through your years
see your growing older
and the solutions easier to think of
but harder to pull off
see the loved faces lost or faded away
and still you wake alone in a cold bed
and still it seems like no-one hears you calling out
no-one understands your shadow's home
forgive all your yesterdays
don't want to keep on down this road
want a new song
want tomorrows not yesterdays

she is a blatant caricature in loud technicolor
her presence shouts ****** innuendo  
alluring with dark undertones
her past shadows her every word
like clouds passing over a weak sun
she is the road untold but by the few hardiest of souls
her skin tangles his mind
as she watches him in the rearview
runs her hand through her hair repeatedly
he is mesmerized by moist lips parted  
around phrases dark and foreboding
the cool calculation of her casual appearance
he is sleepwalking a dangerous dream
he is a dramatic parody in shades of pastel
a sorrowful tale told hesitatingly full of doubts and fears
full of the gentlest of loves
weak and stained he stands in the fell shadows
waiting for her rusty razor blade kisses
she has him
like clouds passing over a weak sun
and he loves her for it

sat lookin through the screen-door
while she played some spanish tune on her guitar soft
and the light did fade on down to the cold west
leaving us by the glow of lamplight flickerin
she made that song dance for me
made it spin a tale out of thin air
one of walking in a summer sun holding hands
one of laughing like we was young
and it was a rich and strong tune fine as spun gold
and it was true to the heart as a lovin soul

and the stars did come up on high
with their ancient mystery's did amaze
but nothing compared to the true beautiful mystery
of her singing so softly next to me
the simple white cotton of her dress
the fine ribbons in her long hair
and all the fine things that decorated her warm presence
so i did love her in the spaces of my heart
that had no place left over any other
she filled me like a sweet sea
she contained me like a summer night sky
full of her scents
filled with her tender warm embraces
held me with bonds of lace and loves

deep into this night she spun this spanish song
made it dance like my heart when i look at her
made it fly like my soul when i am adoring her
and it was a rich and strong tune fine as spun gold
and it was true to the heart as a lovin soul
let her sing my friend till the dawn comes takes us away
let her sing till the world cant maintain us
cause i never want it to end

the soft barrier between us
a cotton and folded cloth mask of wishes
a storm of tears
that seeps from my soul at hours such as this
a thing that abhors the weak
and reviles the strong

i am cold in this room
alone with only photographs
to reflect you
i only need wait few more days

panic flees followed by fear
there is a woman out there i would
love to be with
envelope, swallow, taste
**** upon
cleanse our souls with her
quick and hard frame

her lean form is now in the room
she disrobes and makes to the beds edge
i cannot deny
this is a dangerous road

the room is devoid
but she sits there with a weak candle flickering
its barren carpet reeks of death
but the trails in its dust speaks of life's presence
water falls through the open window
and along the line of its realm things like children grow
but they are children of a dark wood
and their frightened faces make methods of
fleeing the sun
so we can neither aid them nor deny them passage

she waits and watches this theatre of the macabre
and except the plate of food and the mug of ale
nothing but the pages she has burnt remain
on the oak desk
thouse pages held within them a world unto itself
a seaside town where a man lived once
a seafarer and scholar who had understandings of
these things like this accursed room that holds her
in an addiction to the corruption of souls
she hungers the dark
and dreams that deaths kiss is warm and loving
she dreams that she is a creature of the night

drink of the ***
drink of the wine
but you will never wipe away such visions
they will remain near to thy heart to the end of your days

and the stair with the wood about
is a midnight palace of the legions of mighty creatures
that cannot be seen in the light of day
moonlight is her companion and her friend

i sit in the easy chair
with the refuse of a thousand years of learning scattered at my feet in useless protest at the futility
to love someone who loves death
her slow daily death is her complete pleasure
its a death that crawls slowly up her tender bare skin
like the caress of timeless lover who's sharp teeth draw blood
who sup's and drinks at the deep well of her soul
like a creature of the night

its a death full of dark romance and pleasures endured
like she is a creature of the night
and her words are written in magical verse
unsettling to the ear to behold
but brings such fires to heart
bring such longings to the bitter cold night
in the north yonkers weddings park
that she walks in with such beautiful life in the arms of death
have him as a lover
his cold hands finding the delicate lace of her tongue
and in his forever kiss
she breaths on
like a creature of the night

summer come now again
kiss me in your special way
give me your beautiful way
give me that open hearted day

summer come now again
save my sleepy head from these dreams
bring the dead winters snow away from me
give me that open hearted day

summer come now again
with your daisy chain nights
with your lazy plain dawns
give me that open hearted day

summer come now again
with your vagabond starlight
with your afternoon delight
give me that open hearted day

her salted hand like fire in
the open eyes of the awakened
she caresses their dreamlike visions
and with a silent empathy wishes she could undo
the havoc she continues to parcel out
wrapped in christmas bows and cheerful thoughts
i am drawn from the open farm field
to a canopy of leaves at the edge of sight
where a childlike voice drones on
enticing all to behold beauties wonders within

the radio sound of the childlike voice
reading from a dark work in an obscure language
its voice comes from the withered lips of ancient man
sitting in a stone room framed by grasping flower laden trees
the air is thick with the scent of their fruits
which lay gathering dirts all around his
his unclad feet

an incestuous beast crawls through this
rubble of rotting fruit
eating slowly of their wet decay
the beast calls out softly in its native tongue
its words are caged with verbal locks
distortions of the lips create echoes of the silence
within its mind
after pausing to listen for reply that never comes
it once more pushes forward to the stone chair
the dark man reclines in

the childlike radio voice
beckons you to come to this canopy of leaves
to lay with its scorpion's and dine on its verbal meats
i warn all who draw near
but am not always heeded
so i listen once again
to the subtle voice
once again watch the beast crawl
a slave to my pasts
buried and thriving in
the dark soil

the day is ripe with intentions
both planned and spur
but none come to fruition
on the expanding branches of todays sorted
and troublesome thoughts
no answer is a good answer


i lay back in the faulty wire of malfunction
am i just grasping words here
random from the meaning....disturbing
but there is the crux of the problem

static thoughts erratic along the edge of mind
where when what...the normal fare
but the images
crisp clean
a man in a feild...his hair is on fire...he is laughing
a tower in a snowstorm...a single light burns on it...it is desolate

images and the flow
of them along the page
showing the words
rather than speaking them
folly i tell you...folly

the day grows long
and i ahve things to do
i will not do them

this King Richard III fate
so unlooked for
disconcerting
i too should have perished in battle
...there are times
overwhelmed
i cannot see anything
but the darkness surrounding me
cannot see anything
but the desperate loneliness
of my tenuous perch
i seek out the eyes of thouse around me
only to see
ridicule or disdain
i turn within where from
time to time iv simply
been able to find strength and resolve enough
but its not always there
sometimes its simply not enough
this is one of thouse dark hours
in a hospital bed
facing death
alone

such a graceful woman
her face the very concept and truth of beauty
her voice one of reason
her mind beautiful and enriching
she is empathy's gift
as a poet i live and breath words
but language lacks what nature can speak fluently
when nature spoke the word beauty
Olivia Wilde was born

she gives nothing to the night
just waits quiet for its passing
here by the light of her candle
she waits as nights heavy feet slowly tread their intended path
as its myriad of small creatures
with their fanfares of babylon thunder and roll
their thousands voices wailing bitter and ceaseless
their thousands sharp claws rending the dreams from the dreamers

here in the prayers of her soulful reflections
she hears nights dark hand tapping at her door
hoping in vain to unleash her upon the free winds
hoping to strip away her adornments like a tissue of lies
so that she would stand as innocence in moonlight
with her perfections and beauties to be loved by the sea
until she was empty

here in the cradle of her hour
she awaits the fairer face of dawn
whom with lighted step and naught but the
chimes of birdsong shall usher away the
last of nights rabble sweeping them gently aside
with dawns ever sweet natures
to find and comfort all thouse
waiting for the redemptions that the light of day
sheds upon all thouse who fear they have been slandered by nights hand
she timidly opens her haven
as dawn moves past
and with childlike smiles she steps to the path of her ventures
till night come speeding down the dusty road once again seeking the hand of fairest maidens once again when day flees
to her wearied bed in the west