the painting was literal
figure hunched walking a dirt road in rain
its hues and tone spoke
mute but vividly
each brush stroke matched the images birthplace
in the authors crippled heart

each leaf a burnished gold of autumn
each a dying fragment of the withered tree
even the mans footprints in muddy soil
one can almost feel the squalid mud underfoot
his uniform and helmet named him a frenchmen
from the great war
his boots rendered with bloodstain

figure hunched walking dirt road in rain
a great dying had come to france that day
swords drawn they charged into deaths embrace
this man and his comrades in this awful place

the painting hangs in some museum
an awkward moment for the viewer
is he going into the storm of battle
or going home after
the tale is left untold
it is just the tale of a man on a road in the rain
a frenchmen in the world war
a lone figure in rain

Along the corridors
Of oblivion
Footsteps are not heard
Voices are stifled
Presence, like an apparition
Seen through
Glares of the outside world
Creates an inferno
Only ashes, of your times
Even the clock’s hands
Are too hot to touch
Pushed into oblivion
Crushed by fate
Only you and yourself
Not one hand
To pull you toward the future
From the present
Odd predicament

People are so oblivious.
We don't notice
the seconds ticking by
or the one falling leaf
or breaking heart
or millions of teary eyes.
We don't notice
the feet shuffling by
or the words we can't hear.
We are oblivious
to love.
There is someone out there,
who,
like you,
is searching and waiting
for the one second
where the oblivion
stops.

it whispers; pour your worries
into the fire and nurture

there are secrets in the velvet
of burns on fingertips
you forgot, oh you forgot
how she stroked your hair back when

night sings sad songs, your breath
in tune with oblivion – this we are

never known, we are
never known, silent, like the dance of the flames.

Oblivion seeks out his enemy
And swallows him whole
Enfolding him in a blanket of darkness
To forever be lost

"Here we go again", I told myself..

Here I am again....hoping.
Hoping that we could talk,
Hoping that I could feel every point of your smile.

Here I am again... longing.
Longing that our eyes would meet intensely...
Longing to embrace you...
Longing to be with you..

Here I am again...