As evening falls
a whispering sweet voice
is haunting me
Returning me to days gone by
when  I was a boy
Sitting again  in the parlor
of my childhood
The piano plays a hymn
of Sunday comfort.
My mother’s small feet
softly pressing the pedals.
Her long hard working fingers
delicate upon the keys
The children of my parents union
sing as a choir.
Sitting in my armchair
I am transported back to childhood.
Aching to see once more her face
so beautiful to me.
Oh mom! Oh please play it once more!
But my childhood is past
my manhood in its place.
Drawn by the indelible memories
of a time long ago passed
I weep like a child to go back.

we never really forget the pain
since our hearts carry the stain
etched there by wanton partners
driven by unbridled debauchery
and a wild sense of adventure
so we never really forget the ills
and we never forgive the sins
of our lovers in a thousand years
so let your unseeing eyes weep
and your foolish heart bleed
till the bare truth is wrung out
of the chronicles of your malice
and i have the lovely satisfaction
of seeing you squirm unforgiven
as it dawns on your indolent mind
that you can never make amends

Seven times seven,
Mojo good to go.

All of the candles
Lit in a row.

White flakes
of Angel dust,
what do they say...
Let it snow let it snow.



Seasons come
and seasons go.

This one
is a tip of the hat,
A come in from the cold.

Another year gone,
the next is new.

What may be
let it be,

Glittering in Gold

Take the Vibe,
A day when fear
is on hold,

to leave
full and total
Peace of the Soul.

Party was at 6pm? I'll fashionably late 6:03pm
So many faces I stare into them and see falsehoods.

"Punch,
"I would like nothing more.

My mind wonders as I envision my blooded palm,
Hearing screams in senseless abandonment.

I pause and take a glass, here I say in forced smiles.

"Hi Matt,
"Hi Angie,

Each given a bottle,

"Sorry I don't drink alcohol?
"No worries here's some bottled punch,

I watch each in their greed anesthetizes my mind.
And I smile, and I breath, what a wonderful day
Tomorrow will bring.

"You ok Lucy?
"I don't feel so good,

"Can I tell you a secret?
"Yes,
"I poisoned each bottle that you all drank,

Like a dead flower she folds in front of me.
Devine terror as I sit drinking my water, legs folded
I give a little wave, slightly camp some could say.
*And then there is silence.

There once was a time
when I'd defend
those eyes.

Every eye is a chasm of beauty, the entirety of the soul.

That was a year ago.
My perspective has changed,
like the sound of your name.
I'm no longer familiar
with those eyes.

I'm scared.

night
looked upon
her own reflection
with envy
bring forth
eyes of love
reflected
the
eyes of evil
when
divided
by
the light