the sun's glowing heat
hid behind the cloud's retreat
twas not a fine treat

I'm raining,
Draining with flotsam,
Washing onward
To the gutter.

I'm decomposing,
Recomposting
On the truck
To the dump.

I'm recyclable,
Reuseable.
Re-fashion me
For a different life.

It was cold when you left me,
You put a chill in me that God's hands never could,
Maybe it was just my own sick obsession with wanting to know your every curve,
Every word you never spoke cut so deep into my bones,
But God I loved you.

First day of spring--
I keep thinking about
    the end of autumn.

I'm enslaved by these words,
in the cages of these pages.
My thoughts are shackled
by unforgiving metaphors
and vile rhapsodies

As I wait for Liberty to
contemplate my fate,
for freedom to scream my name,
for my skin to shed this layer
of shame.

While Time takes its time,the pages slowly turn,
the ink dries,
the chains rust
and I emerge
out of this metal cocoon,

armed with chisiled mementos
of yesterday's glistening
defeat.
I'm well on my way
to becoming a Wordsmith.

She appeared at the top of the staircase,
Light tangled in her auburn curls,
She gazed upon the glitter dance,
Where dresses spun in hazy whirls.

The delicate hand on the bannister,
As she descends from above,
Those lazy green eyes scanning,
The ballroom floor for her love.

He does not appear, she waits for hours,
Until the slow waltz does sound,
She tears his diamonds from her neck,
Those cut-glass dreams on the ground.

Hey you,
I didn't want anything special,
Just a night cuddled up,
On the sofa,
Big cups of tea and digestives
(Shotgun the chocolate ones),
No programme in particular,
Just talking together
Like we used to.

Floating along on the outer edge

Filling in the in between

If time stood still there'd be nothing left

But the breaking of glass inside of the dream

There's a light that shines in the corner

That seems to come from somewhere beyond

Shining itself on the darkened side

Of the waters  you once swam upon

If you trust it will change in its meaning

If it must it will change in your mind

Turning its back in its leaving

Leaving it all back behind

The tune that it always carries

Is a bolder that is tied to its waist

Unto itself it is married

Stepping off the path it has laid

Bringing about a decision

Yet never quite sure what it means

Lagging behind in its vision

Fallen deeper into the dream