The moon rises, banks left, rises on,
Setting alight with a gentle simmer
Of shimmering silver, the windows
In houses nearby along the watercourse.

Its glowing glint dances on the water
Like the flicker from a silent movie
And it seems to tippy-toe downward
Towards the dark hunter-green sea.

As I sit upon a high, darkened ridge
I am wrapped in and rapt with wonder,
As night folds in around me like a shawl
Casually thrown about my person.

With the dawn, my garment will be bright
As the light of a yellow-orange sun grows.
So glows the watercourse as it moves
To the azure sea.

Fall

I love to wander in the fall, come,
Leaves crunching beneath feet.
An early morn chill hangs in the air.
Earthy smells rise up, mixed with pine,
Filling nostrils and hearts with peace
As we walk towards winter.

- Winter

I love to wander in winter, join me.
Frost crunches under boots
A light freeze gifted a sparkle everywhere
The clean smell is held in the frozen air,
Filling our hearts with a joyful vigor
As we move towards spring.

- Spring

We wander among the greening fields
Trying not to crush sweet wildflowers
Beneath our bare feet on the cool ground.
Soft aromatic blossoms release their scents
Filling our atmosphere with essence
As we move towards the heat of summer.

- Summer

We wander in the early morning
Before the heat begins to suffocate.
As the ground heats up beneath our feet
And we must retreat beneath the trees,
To sip our chilled water and recover
So we can move towards the comfort of fall.

I, rag-doll-like, am
Limber like rubber
Bendy parts

Elastic sinew
Stretches far
Ruptures  

Easy like glass
Breaks
I fall apart

Pain drains
Out of my brain
At times cry

I used to ask
Why, why
Now I know

It’s not so easy in the dark
To find your way
Trembling fingers
Grasping as you go along

In the thickness of black
Sliding your feet slowly helps
The mind fills with shades
Of black and grey

Shocked eyeballs try
To punctuate with sharp light
Yet, still there is nothing
Nothing but the dark void

And you snail-pacing in it

Creatures of darkness,
That psychotic man
And his friend
And the woman
- They shared?
Or women, perhaps,
- I should say.

The four, two couples,
Secrets, dark secrets
Beginning to shine
Through the shroud.
Peel back the mask
Reveal the skeleton,
At last.

Evil showmanship!
Cut the funds, but
Blow up the boat.

And it never quits.
It’s another layer
Of their ****** fit.

But we are mum
Because we’re numb!
Are we so dumb?

Lawlessness is not law.

There once was a king
Who built a big bonfire
Right in the center
Of his kingdom.

"Higher and higher still!"
The silly king shouted.
And it was done!
He made them all jump to.

Proud, he was, to rule
Over everything
As far as his eye could see.
With his bonfire done

He was ready for the fun.
He called for more fuel.
"More, and more!" he shouted.
And it was done!

Now with all eyes on him
He took a match, gave it a strike,
Then threw it on the wood.
O, what a sight to see it so bright!

And the fire raged on
It began licking at homes,
Buildings, and even people!
It became a conflagration.

"It started before we knew it.
What was happening to us?"
Everyone began saying, shocked.
And yet the signs were all there.

Too much wood on the pile,
Too much fuel for the fire,
And an out-of-control ego
Who lost all control!

In the end, it all burned down.
And the moral of the story is:
When rulers burn the kingdom down
The king will rule over nothing but

Ashes.