"kiss melt me and cause me to fall into wind like leaves in a storm, a tornado of co"
auhsoJHaynes 

Is that what we wake up to every day?

Fast food and gas stations are forever stamped in the corners of my eyes as they are looking through the glass of minimum wage to the red flashing lights of a man hoping to get back to his children safely.

Is life is a pointed dagger then my blade is rusted and dull when I wonder why I even try some days.

Do I dare defend my pride and still demand something more than this? Is this a call for engines in the air or wings made of wax? Death would be more alive than waking up to another day of shampoo commercials and microwave dinners.

You are always whispering in my ear though dear and telling me that you're more than just a particle flown into my imagination from a world so oh very different than ours.

Are your eyes as bright as I imagine? Will the glare from them blind me from the tax collectors whip and will your laughter drown out the screams of onlookers who are throwing peanuts through the bars at my feet?

Will your kiss melt me and cause me to fall into wind like leaves in a storm, a tornado of color and beauty..?

I lay in bed and my eyes close tightly, my breathing slows and thoughts drip into pits men drown themselves in, the murky waters of nihilistic cynicism...

Though my hand will still not be closed around yours when the sun rises, the whisper lets me know you are still awake and searching for me too...

"Walking where the wind blows,"
Evan G 

She was a southern lover,
From her doe eyed stare,
Down to her cowboy boots,
Persona sweeter then the tea
Steeped In the Psalms of The South.

She was a southern lover,
A refined drawl cultured
With French influence her demotic
Melting the soul of the man
She calls darling and mon cheri
In the same fervent phrase.

She was a southern lover,
Growing like the magnolia tree
Planted at her birth,
Walking where the wind blows,
Humming with the land.

She was a southern lover,
But we danced to Zeppelin,
Howling out the ballad we were
Sloshing beer & wine
To our record good times.

She was a southern lover,
As we watched the sunset
On the porch swing with a
Basset hound bubbling,
Howling the kiss I stole
In the last rays of light.

She was a southern lover,
And I a southern man,
And we swore to love till our
Astral hearts last nova into sand.

"wind biting ankles,"
Melody W 

Where once
there were four,
now three remain

lone spirits traipsing
out into the cold,
pale faces faintly

illuminated by a
quaint harvest moon
(untimely at best)

wind biting ankles,
pushing shadows down
the meandering path

memory of those
chilling last hours
why are you stopping?

heavy hearts, hands
furious in futile attempts
to infuse warmth into limbs

my dear mother, please
do not tether him to
this decaying body;
he has long since

flown away.

©MW
"and unrelenting wind, a scream"
Melody W 

It was as if I’d never left;
a strange stillness in the room
settled upon my flushed skin

and stayed a while like an old friend

peering through the flimsy facade
of the night’s torn stockings -
strange familiars echoed the night’s whim

and satchels hung from low branches

unforgiving, weighted from defeat
and unrelenting wind, a scream
of a whisper in your ear

If only I could take in this world
before the soft distortion
made us unrecognizable

even to each other.

©MW
"And the wind, unknown tyrant,"
Melody W 

Quietly skimmed off the water,
no one bothered to wonder
where it had disappeared to

And the wind, unknown tyrant,
whistled and ambled aimlessly
down the grassy knolls
In its absence, skies turned
a startling iridescent blue
coagulating with pallid grey

and the diaphanous leaves
so thin and transparent in the light,
trembled ever so slightly -

until an odd ripple effect
mercilessly shook entire branches,
birthing simple pattern reflections

And yet -
When lettering in the sand
curled up, aghast,
to reveal buried secrets
Why, the past was blown away
like nothing at all
of significance

And memories, like sea foam,
will someday disintegrate
into nothingness

©MW
"Perpetual fragments carried away by the wind; this"
Melody W 

Troubled waters met with broken land tug
Heartstrings that tremulously threaten to unravel;
Existence on this dwindling planet is but a mere whisper that
Rustles these complex restraints,
Ever silent in their longings

In the end, what will we have to grasp
Save for these elusive phantom wills?

Aventurine stones are cast into the sea
Lovers still sing of devastating intersections of torment and desire
While children, their quiet eyes unwavering
Ache for the comforts of home and sturdy perennials that
Yield more than the first fruits of
Sorrow and catastrophe

Hold tightly to one another, while murmurs of
Obsidian lullabies and faraway dreams become
Perpetual fragments carried away by the wind; this
Ending is not truly the end.

©MW, acrostics
"as the wind that carried you to me"
Melody W 

complex undulating cadences
reflect a multitude of sorrows,
overlooked and silent, forgotten

unremarkable days, fleeting
as the wind that carried you to me
unveiled as a mighty severance

in this solemn place, hope dwindles
as the celibate weeping willows
engage in a frenzied danse macabre

revel in visions so terrible, stunning
the very ones who seek enlightenment
amid this lurid, parched terrain

©MW
"carrying debris in the wind pauses"
Melody W 

A rueful smile quavers
with the gentle movement
of a makeshift swing hanging
from the knarled branch
of a forgotten oak tree,
overlapping lattices
of simple truths

Gathering folds of her dress
in trembling hands, the action undisturbed
as the frenzied swing comes alive
with abandoned alacrity

A voice, the crackling of dead leaves
carrying debris in the wind pauses
as changing seasons stir something
in even the most unfeeling heart

Hello stranger,
Have you come to visit me?
Don’t you know that my shelter
has become my bondage?

Movement never ceasing,
the tortured machinations
of Kronos wringing necks
eager to feel once more

the joy that once lifted
this heart from oblivion
unwittingly revealed as
the final stroke of despair

©MW
"Cast into the wind."
Melody W 

Marked by imperfections
weathered by Time,
will your sturdy branch hold
the weight carried unwillingly
for so long?


One weary foot
chasing another
an infertile vicious cycle
unable to be tempered

Solemn face cast downward
cruel anticipation
bright slaughterhouse
a little ways down a
meandering dusty road
unbeknownst to most

Breathe once more,
Deafening gusts of
mockingly jaded motifs
fill your aching lungs.

Finale.

Loveless departure;
please do not disturb
this final resting place
for unseeing eyes

The moon is bright today!
musings echo vacancies
Cast into the wind.

There is no moon in the sky.

©MW
"when the wind skimmed it off the water,"
Melody W 

when the wind skimmed it off the water,
no one bothered to wonder
where it disappeared to;
the wind, unknown tyrant,
whistled and ambled aimlessly
down the grassy knolls

in its absence, the sky turned
a startling iridescent blue
and the diaphanous leaves
so thin and transparent in the light,
trembled slightly, lightly -

until a ripple effect
mercilessly shook the entire branch
creating simple pattern reflections
pushing other patterns to quickly
assemble themselves and
replace previous ones
while lettering in the sand curled up
to reveal buried secrets

Why, the past was blown away
like nothing of significance
And memories, like sea foam,
will someday disintegrate
into nothingness

©MW
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