Tulips between

Tulips between dreams

Of being so sprung.

Shades of bitter and brittle
Frozen through
In deepening shades of blue
Where away from the powder you see very little
Then at once the melting of frustration
Getting ready for the allium invasion

The pale minty expanse
As blades are sprung
In what has begun
The rays and the petals slowly dance
Then comes the warming of inspiration
Getting ready for the allium invasion

The lavender and lilac beckons
As star stained skies spin
To the blossoming world we are in
Mornings first rays will reckon
Then the joyous of infestations
The dandelions are tourists watching the allium invasion

The cold flames shall fall
Upon once green lands
Soon to be choked by winter’s strong hands
Then we can fondly recall
How we long for the perennial celebration
Dreaming of the next allium invasion.

A.L.T.G.I.T.D. 21
Within the darkening of the shade
From where there used to be ambient rays
All shall in time so fade
Losing the path we followed in the days
Within the darkening of the heart
From where there used to be such peace
All others shall in time part
Losing the ability to be at ease
Within the darkening of the eyes
From where we saw the signs
All will come to compromise
losing the importance of a boundaries lines
Within the darkening of my embrace
From where I held you tight
All the questions on your face
Losing myself, as I make things right...
Many have seen where I once was
Not many dare to tread
They give their heart
As words soon part
They fall out of strange beds
Confusing love, with lust
Seeking a love that glows in the dark...
Few have found what I now treasure
Not many have the patience
They easily trust
How easy they corrupt
Putting up a defense
Unable to find, such pleasure
Seeking a love that glows in the dark

That psychopath became a saint
A martyr for a bloodstained cause
He died by firing squad
When my hero drew the shortest of straws.

The real virus

These hypocrites reign

So unwelcome...


Did you wash

Your breaking soul

With the silence?


The real virus

Will always excite

The hypocrites...

April still reigns

In frost bitten dreaming

Of the sleeping

Summer's fleeting

Before the advancing

Silence of fall

To lay waste

Crawling back to the silken

Dreaming chambers

Blue, and frigid

Melting slowly away

April shall reign.

Here and there


Never too removed


From sleeping in


The arms of angels


Or the seducing demons


That appear now


As I'm dreaming


About escaping this


Mortal clay slab...