Tarry night tickles my soul for the blackness signals the poet to assume control
To expose and color with crayons unknown
To throw the layman dog a bone
I cherish the faculties of my twilight muse
To blend and wield sickness and sorcery in any manner I choose* ..

desire I find I have developed for
nice people and saints and givers
for those who live their lives
content and are good examples
I have this friend
you see who met all those criteria
if I was in need
no questions asked he was there
like a father he was
no questions asked
he gave what I asked for
even knowing at times
I was asking for wrong reasons
he just gave and said I was like a son to him
he is my benefactor
because by his example
I have come full circle
to where I am the one some people come to
when in need and it is all because of him
when they ask for help
I try to give
no questions
ever

thirty years
since Mark gunned you down
thirty years, passed
like a long sleepless night
that ends with taunting morning light
no brilliant sunrise grandly pronouncing
a glorious new dawn of man
although that would have been your plan
with your entreaties to give peace a chance
and imagine, imagine, imagine

now I kneel in this rain gray park
like a reject from some holy ark
a pilgrim in doleful disappointed pose
after seeing what your earthly brothers chose
was not to imagine a world of peace and love
but to wear reality like a cast iron glove
making mockery of your martyred chants
proceeding like a billion scurrying ants
deaf to your childlike pleas

across the soaked soil where your ashes lay
yesterday and today…and tomorrow
I feel the soggy sorrow
that you would have felt
if you could still see
all the rage of humanity

By Arcassin Burnham


Touching The Skin,
Scriptures depend,
Doing things that sin won't be held accountable for then again,
Heart turned to stone in a matter of seconds way before the end,
We tempted to love and just give it a try but she left me for a friend,
Sacrificed a love for a another she was aiming after tricking me
Making me think that we could be a trustworthy couple that will
Handle anything when it comes to taking care,
I was ready for marriage and we all knew you didn't care,



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Daffodils where the old well use to be laying out a piece
Of cloth in the moonlight,
My memory doesn't serve me well feeling all the things
That I feel held in this life.

Dreaming of a new day
Hoping the past fades away
Never knowing the truth
Cause the lies always stay

Nightmares await my waking hours
And reality's dreams never really mattered
So I surround my self with a wall of glass
But the past crashed in and my faith was shattered

And that wall falls into a black hole of despair
Leaving my emotions exposed, naked and bare