crystal glass glows under sunlit lances,
trails its shadows over blood red carpet
embroidered with dying embers of
golden thread.

kings never walked here,
and yet
the ***** crystal glints beneath
moonlight,
dusty shafts racing through the caked dirt
to touch threadbare ashes
where embers once glowed

Can you not see what you're doing here
The mirror showing aged despair
A body in disrepair
Why Decay can't you let me be
Please go swiftly, set me free

Don't confuse me with Death my friend
Although he is a friend of mine
Death is eternal
But I am bound by time
I have to see you through to the end

Well please can you call upon your friend
I grow tired of seeing myself age again
So I ask you to please act swiftly
Decay, can you please take me quickly
And call upon your eternal friend Death

I am not a messenger
And will not deliver such
I must act timely
Unlike Death
Who's much more abrupt

Can’t you see my beauty wearing thin
Decay please take me quickly
So I might die young
Think of it as freeing up time
Because I am truly done

*Surely you can’t be done
With so much beauty
That I have left untouched
Barley a hair, freckle or curve out of place
Are you ready to give that all up

From my perch that's high above
I survey the vastness that's below;
The great sprawling urban “utopia”
Tis a jungle with no hint of nature.

I see a maze of concrete and asphalt,
Neons and walls of synthetic colour.
I see a great haze of smoke and dust
Kicked up by them migrating hordes.

Built by and for the human master,
All other species are mere scavengers.
Here we are supreme and defy nature
Now that we are at evolutionary peak.

But then I spot a strange anomaly
On the roof of a derelict structure.
Weeds grow roots into its fissures,
Year by year they go more deeper

Is this a sign, I begin to ponder,
Of greater reversals yet to come,
When “utopian” bubble finally bursts
Under the weight of our arrogance?

As we age
Our minds grow and
Our bodies decay;
But, at the end of the day,
They wish it were
The other way.

Depression has finally turned around for me,
Picked me up from mine broken spot,
Shattered heart, the cage my soul lay trapped in.
Pretty butterflies were left by me to rot,
Thine song has ended, the violin crumbling, my dance crooked,
Don’t pull me in,
Let me be.
Thou sweet decay, this paradox on my sun burnt-skin.
Depression and I, woven tightly, as if in a tin,
Now I dance like this,
Song for myself,
Don’t pull me in,
Let me be.
Awaiting mine lovely, silent day,
When mine own breath is free, the last, single, rotten breath,
And when the salty tears no longer wet my tongue.
The air has lost,
Forgotten, the wetness of thou lips,
Eyes closed, still, lo the frost.
Standing, no longer me,
Thus a ghost,
Muddy silhouette,
Always in the background,
Always trying,
To appear less and less.
                                           -**Firefly

Here was a human animal, most kind,
With a sword for the heart of kindness,
Any that came from a place of deceit.
Are you true to yourself?  
Say, or no, and be quick.

If she told you she cared, or not at all,
Then you had good cause to believe,
That she meant it- every word unspoken,
Or none, as the case may be...

The world built a challenge,
In pretense and sloth.
She gave it the finger and
Bang-  Took the day.
If the night was a struggle, she never did show it,
She made it look easy anyway.

She appeared in the masks we all have to wear.
A voice from behind spoke at last.
Speaking grace through atrocity, reliance on self,
And she never once spoke of the past.

This most human animal, in touch with the world,
Most kind in the offing, decay for the wood,
Preserving a cycle, flesh beetles contented,
That life destroys, as well, to create.

So the life that relentlessly comes, now must go.
I can’t tell you a thing,
You don’t already know.