Shimmering like a lighthouse beam, My voice goes out to you at sea, To say there’s no safe haven here, Beware the rocks, stay safe and clear, Pass on in the calm of the night, Or in the storm take heed my light, Don’t thank me, just do as you do, I do this, because … Continue reading A Lighthouse Beam →
She reminded me of the night sky. Maybe it was the sheer blondeness of her hair, which – when tied to those restless eyes and pale complexion – made me wonder if moonlight looked like this when She wanted to wander where the shadows were. Suddenly, I knew why foxes only danced under the Moon’s … Continue reading Le Petite Princess →
Luna wept to behold her visage,Upon the inner lakeshore of Skye,And on the precipice of the rocky crags,Her tears ran like vinegar light,Rivulets of her loneliness dissipating, Smelling of burnt sap and children’s sighs,While I found myself growing old,Drowning in her long lost love.
Along the coastline,A broken-hearted lover,Blooms with eau de salt. A flowery scent,Carried by a hot Spring breeze,Mingles tears with hope. In the midland towns,With opened windows released,Hidden flowers bloom. A lonely fool sighs,Drearily glances outside,Sniffs, whispers “Lilies.” The breeze dies, winds cool,The scent lingers on moonlight,Recalled in sad dreams.
Outside my window,The thrush tweets in the warm air,A song I wish you could hear. I stopped to listen,The city noises ring loud,But I hear you, still, singing.
I took a sip of hemlock today, So that I might die a philosopher, Imparting upon the world wisdom, Or, the very least, a pithy remark, But as the dark shroud fell over me, No terrible truths fell from my pale lips, Just the vacuous sigh, “Oh, I see,” As oblivion stole my breathe away.
Please, grant me some rest, I cannot think anymore, I want sleep, maybe to dream. My poor, dear poet, the wicked earn no reprieve, now get back to work, my love.
Cut flowers must wilt,To remind you beauty fades,While feelings do not. Letters penned with love,The simple beauty of words,Like children’s laughter. One cookie is fine,But savor it, take your time,Make a memory.
Hell is surprisingly easy to stumble into,It takes a moment, a misstep, a mistaken leap,And then you fall, fall into a spiritual abyss,Obliterating your body into shattered bits,Like a glass that bleeds and cries. Hell takes an eternity to navigate,The paths are crooked until you take them,Though the path to hell is a straight line,While … Continue reading Hell is a Home for Some →
She embraced change as an unwilling participant, Nostalgia’s enlightenment mingled with crimson breath, As florid blooms behind her eyes leaked, Cosmic insignificance trickling down her brainstem, She gasped, an inconsequence of time ever-flowing, Then slept in the arms of sweet nothing. ~0~0~0~ She embraced the change as a willing subject, Took medicine with practiced sips … Continue reading From Skies to Concrete Walls →
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I certainly can’t make any promises that I’ll be here forever,
but at least you’ll know when I’m around.