Beautiful dreamer,
silver beneath your skin.
The haunting voices chase you

The stars are unrevealing,
on this murky night
and fear grows deep within,
travelling through your mind!

A land of terror exists,
straight between your eyes.
Nothing can compare,
with the feelings deep inside.

There is no way to measure
the beating of your heart.
You leap through quantum moments
which slowly tare you apart.

Loss is a ruthless passenger.
Always eager to let us know
the exact quality of love.

I dream the most at dawn: the witching hour,
when skies may shed a sweet, autumnal shower.
And silence is serene, as yet unshattered,
like sleeping leaves, by footfall yet unscattered.

I dream in black and white and rarely colour.
And you may say that greyscale is far duller
than pigment, though, I think, it's overrated,
and monochrome will never be outdated.

Sadness
Heart breaking thoughts
For my loved family
When unable to provide help
Distress

Imagining the Sangre de Cristo

(to be read from bottom to top, as if climbing a mountain)

One
Holy
Majestic
Earth's royal sun
Her magenta hues
The lost Cotoname
The Fireweed, the Columbine
The mountain's voice along the way
My weathered boots, my wise walking stick

I said a name today...
A name I hadn't spoken in years.

It felt like warm honey
Dripping from my lips.

As quiet as the wind,
I whispered it again

As I realized,
I still love you.

I like my poems to stir up the blood,
Don’t want a sermon my brain to flood
I’m old enough now to know my own mind
So please don’t preach, you’ll just waste your time.

Give me tales and songs to rouse up my spirits,
Of Pirates and treasures and worlds without limits,
Of Highwaymen, Footpads in red velvet britches,
Of Phantoms and Spirits that haunt darkened niches.
Tales of tempests that tear the seas surface,
Rain thunder and lightning that rip the skies bodice.

I saw her today...
Standing right there in front of me,
Skin dark as night but clear as day.
Yet my eyes, I still do not believe,
That she, beautiful child of Eve,
Stood right there in front of me...
Smiling fondly back at me!

which perpetrators most likely find quite funny

Super bastards and sons of bitches wantonly deceive
easily earning the sobriquet nefarious charlatans heave
vainly doing devilish deeds done dirt cheap and leave
a broke bloke (such as writer of these words)
whereby he doth perceive
sudden horror and nothing short of a cyber thieve.

Walking in the rain today,
I saw two stallions approach.
Their manes were white and wispy,
with mud all over their backs.

The moon was full like lightning
It showed through the murky sky.
The stallions all ran away!
they couldn’t stay all penned up!

They needed the freedom
to dance and prance.
It was a beautiful thing to behold
on that blustery day!

The guitar I bought, I sold it back
with no intention of playing again.
That part of my life had come to an end
in not such a wonderful way!