In the meadow comes a quiet
Where your eyes speak out of turn
My silent grip is painfully tight
But letting go is none your concern
Given space
It exists too much for us between
When the closer that we become
The farther away we are to dream
And it hurts, leaving self within the void
Know the one you love is somewhere
In me, the holder tonight you must let go
Wait no longer

And I am feathered by the moonlight
Open your wings when you speak
We fly forever southward
As these kisses begin to sting
And I slowly drift from you farther
Leave the trees to embrace my fall
And I’ll be nestled in the forest
If for me you’ll search at all

My eyes follow the broken branches
Of my love within the fall sky
Soon covered by the frosty mist
Of a listless winter call
For you; Out there
Spring in the meadow’s glade
Cocoon in summer nights
Of waiting alone this year
Where my fleeting restitution lies

And I am tattered by the moonlight
Broken wings will never speak
I walk the forest ground southward
As your voice begins to sing
And I slowly walk farther away
Restless fingers weave through this all
And I’ll be hiding these feelings from you
Until out to me you yearn to call.

© 2012

This hushed wind brings about a smaller piece of perpetual silence
Swayed by the similarities of tree leaves and people
Life ahead of a dawn regarded to wake nonentities
Reminded not of the deafening undertones inside a mind
Forlorn versifier levy the elegiac deterioration
A trepanation of dreary memoirs too sore
to cull a pain so congenial.

Life seems a responsible suicide.

© 2012

The mirror, consistent bystander, a defiled savior that returns
An arid eyeful of the misery masquerading in skin
The promises, unturned in the ragged nails
Of hands amongst the worn blades, desiccated with blood.
Night prefaced by sleep endeavors to hold a zephyr to never wake
Keeping a window parsed with misguiding lexis when solitary
Escapism writes itself on panes in palls of a routed exhale
The walls, sordidly stained with parody of preaching truths
Openhanded to the sheer erosion of missing self-misuse
And as the dawn reveals the path out redemption's door
The fetter of morning's mourning reminds its prisoner of its tethered grip.

©  2013

When was the last time you breathed?
Staring from the surface-
All the color in those cheeks,
where is that pristine glow?
I must've fallen asleep-
Dazed in obedience
Just to keep you alive,
Sprawled blue across the floor.

... it's still colder...
... than your smile...
As I lie safely tucked beside,
Your cold skin pierces mine.

All the pieces set in place
But ever too blind my eye
I can bear all the blame, but
Death, it was just a child.

© 2012

Curtains dry the atonement of the night.
The soul saved coveted by the greedy walls
As if no mark could rune a salvation's whisper.

Final promise to lie down in stiff limbs,
Succumbed to halogen heavens high.
Strained dry eyes link blinding halos.

Fibers cradle a dry, dark dissertation.
Ceramic plates contour new shape
As it stains anew with ebbed contempt.

It's been so long since I've bled.

© 2012

What is the fate of the kingdom we spoke of
What resolution came in exchange for a soul?
The kingdom was ravaged
So brutal and savage
The people were slain in such numbers untold

The loneliness came in swiftly like lions
And coated all much like blanketed snow


The Dead roamed freely for eons to come
Their sins left them to rot and decay
A penance must have come
For their sins came undone
And the earth swallowed their soul in its clay

Of mankind there was none but a whisper
Made by soft beat of every bird’s wing
But one child survived
Yes, only one stayed alive
And my story is all that I sing.

© 2013

Screams were heard out in the pastures
and came a horizon much like ash on the hearth
Shadows moved infinitely
The sounds grew diminutively
The prelude to the rapture of the earth.

The Dead caught quickly to the masses of souls
Hailing words and weapons of demonic origin
Carrying the faces of no strangers
Those once loved threaten dangers
Of what was human, but now suffused in sin.

Lives flooded the pathways ‘tween houses
Terror coated their faces like a blinding veneer
The feeble fell sprawled
Crushed in panic by all
Those they had once cherished and trusted so dear

“The most primitive of emotions begets the bonds once made
when one would gladly **** their child to live another day.”

The hooded figure had spoken this truth to the King
In a voice so trustful, endearing, yet cold
“A miracle, for you, can be given
To save men, women, and children
But I will take the most precious of treasures you hold.”

The King gave no reply in the earnest of propositions
Yet rendered this a miracle none could pass.
“Only in exchange for a treasure,
One of your choosing- my pleasure,
But of my most precious, what could you possibly ask?”

From under the hood came an un-ethereal voice
“Your soul shall be all that I’ll need…”
With fiery sparks and a turn
The fabric had burned
Exposed his dark presence- Mephistopheles.

A deal with the darkest of Princes bodes endless misery
“Your God has forsaken you; your destiny now lies with me.”

The King fell down to his knees in despair
For his life, his Kingdom could be spared
“You’d take my life and not my kingdom
My people must have their freedom.
For such, no misery in your hell could ever compare.”

Mephistopheles erupted with such contentment
The Kings folly- pure, innocent and bare
Without sound or sight
The King’s soul, crushed pure light
Mephistopheles disappeared in a dark wisp of air…

© 2013