Often I wonder when you will
see how ignorant you are
when you try to push your
way over my will... more »
It is your eyes that pierce
the magic between us,
though the magic you can't possibly see.
Pitty for me.... more »
Times placed together
Threaded through air
Beads strung on silken thread
broken... more »
My fingers stretch upward
Each a thousand lengths, capable
of holding nest and kite
My skirt tread-bare and brown... more »
How Fate dreams to subdue me.
Her Pale blue green dactyls
Sweeping the sweat of laboring
from her pious brow... more »
Inebriated, I look in the mirror
Wondering how old I am.
Have I lived before? How long ago?
How many times? How well then to now?... more »
Where the water marks
Bury our souls in trance
Laying wishes to beds
Sowed in line, never... more »
Somewhere between the snow
that blankets fields
surrounding vacant sections
we were put;... more »
I witnessed a mockingbird one morning,
Warming his cockles in my window's sill,
And when I called his attention
He turned as to fly away,... more »
Clouds shade the fields of eternal sunshine;
Grains of skepticism fall from pillars bending -... more »
The spirit swims in
shallow beds made
by torrents of tides
whetting rocks, swirled inland.... more »
I know what madness is.
When I am up and
You are up but to each other down.
When ceiling walls and... more »
Perched on pads, against
azure velvet swaying
with universal song,
firey saphire brilliance... more »
Contrary, this mark I make
To write is error, I bid -
Mistake! Keeping on hand a
Feeling, neigh? Give others... more »
drowned in a pool of violet
the windows pour forth invisible echos
the leaking panes - my decrepit house-
leaking against a flooding ocean.... more »
Mercy, how heaven holds the hopeful at bay
Granting entrance to warblers with pending invitation.
Though holders are less worthy than most;
The golden aura bathes their sins in blinding... more »
There is a veil I can now see,
It blinds my way
To the place
My heart lies in.
Away, asunder, far yonder a breath…
...life to live that which is in me,
Defines me, desires.
To be unchained
From the Antigone of purgatory – quagmire
Of fate. So long low the rhymes
Of song blow. Borne over willows’
Say ‘nay’. I, yet some twist a tired
Worn thistle upon their wrist.
Savage sweet their melody
Briskly, keen away to
Favoured times of magical
Rhymes to chase vile demons
Away, to places ne’er said
For trouble or dread, I ...
Can you see it
The door - there
Partially ajar -
set in the wet
Climbers lain from fall
Their bones -
a warning call.
Heavy Ivy surrounding