Death stalks the skid road walks:
Come see the lonely shadows shuffle,
Enslaved by the thorny prospect
Of powdered lies viewed in vacant eyes:
...
Let me gently hold you
As you fall deep asleep
Stroking you to Dreamland
So nightmares will not creep.
...
If I could be just like this
I’d be O.K.
No sadness at night time
No darkness in the day.
...
She goes down so slowly
That magnificent golden little ball,
Slipping silently and reluctantly
Below the misty distant hills.
...
I am afraid of Love
For when she stares me in the eye
I freeze, I fight to breathe
As I drown in a sea of uncertainties.
...
From the moment we split
The chill of a cold Norse wind
Set upon the back of my neck
Hinting of summer’s all too quick passing.
...
Rain drops die-
A passive pitter-pattering of death
On my dark windshield.
...
Tears for April
A child full of hope
Made some bad choices
All leading to dope
...
Our ships lie here in anchor
We have a certain quest,
Love is our precious cargo
We’ll put it to the test.
...
Take my hand and let me go
To the inner world
Where darkness and obscurity flow.
...
I never noticed before that I missed
So much of the boundless beauty
That was laid out at my feet
Like a royal tapestry
...
Watery cocoons
Save themselves from fleeting deaths…
Floating down to die
...
Come back my Love
For cloudy skies grey
And bright leaves fall
When I reach into the night
...
What’s a Dad to do
When he has a girl like you
Tugging on his pants
And heart at the same time
...
The water in the placid bay
Is but a black mirror
Reflecting a miscellany
Of Christmas and street lights
...
We are honoured to be
in your circle of friends,
To witness your promise
to share Love’s dividends.
...
Get off my heart
Heavy stone of pain,
Let my spirit
Rise from the dead
...
Shimmer at me, shore lights,
Dance on the water
At the will of the wind
That gently breathes on me
...
Love is like a new word learned
For it pops up everywhere
While I stroll alone
...
I rest my weary head,
Drooping my tired eyes down
As I drift softly away
Into the silky darkness
...
Alan is a both a lover and a fighter. He has traveled widely, loved deeply, and experienced enough for several lifetimes. The penning of poetry is often a carthartic exercise, one which gives him great joy and comfort, be they long or short, when love is done (for now) .)
The Steel Vampire
Death stalks the skid road walks:
Come see the lonely shadows shuffle,
Enslaved by the thorny prospect
Of powdered lies viewed in vacant eyes:
The silent cry of the steel vampire!
But why bleed dry these souls so sick
Who desperately rush from fix to fix
Which they dare share
With their new friends,
'Through a Blue Lens'.
(Written for Odd Squad,1999/06/11.)