Like unspoken jewel notes, eyes are my hush.

Silence.

If silence could sound eye language, it would speak of me chasing windows forever and cast.

Silenced.

Beyond state of eye silenced, sights reduce me to cage of lens and a souls crush.

Silence, silenced.

Pitch dot pupils of retina and glass, spell forth hypnotic a state. A state of blood cellular rush.

Only silence has eyes like hers.

Hush.

He asked me,
I said No
But deep down inside,
I feel it so

I declined, why?
He have me that hinder,
Should I have said yes?

Hinder he is to me,
On my mind all day,
He laughters me,
I got nothing to say!

1975 30Th April
the end of the Vietnam War

The flight back from Vietnam was crowded and long.
The offensive has failed the war was over for some.
It took four days to get to the small hospital
In the old New England town.
The endless war far behind him.
He was at last a minute away
from his beloved Catherine.
He met the Nurse in the hallway.
How is she he asked?
Her seasoned eyes looked at the floor
she shook her head.
And the baby he whispered?
Again her head shook.
The words just too sad to speak.
Catherine was pale and weak.
Upon seeing him she managed
a smile upon his arrival.
Her beautiful smile
That had stolen his heart
So long ago now..

Oh darling, I am going to die.
Don’t let me die.
Hold me in your arms!
Hold me tight.
Don’t let me go.
When you hold me
we cannot be parted
If you stay with me
I shall not be afraid.
As she left him
The bells tolled from the
old white clapboard tower
of the church.
To celebrate the end of the war
for some.
He carried her lifeless body
to the window.
It was a beautiful spring day.
Overlooking the square
The townsfolk had gathered
And we’re singing Amazing grace.
Someone released two white doves
The glided past the window
As if to take her soul to heaven.
He kissed her still lips
For one last time.
And whispered to her.
Peace at last my love.

Small leaves lay upon the ground
Kicked up by feet of no conscience

Shes a cancer.
My disaster.

Her whispers ringing in my head.
Lonely nights i dread.

Those lovely eyes stun me.
Bliss is the touch of her body.

Kills me from deep inside.
I run but still cant hide.

I leave, but im never gone.
Off to tomorrow for it brings a new dawn.

The big city lights hold no magic now
their temptation all but gone
but still they burn into my back
a false memory of happiness now and then
whereas truth was walking streets to find a way out
always top of the agenda, number one.