I am the darkness that falls in to your dreams
The nightmare that last longer throughout the night
The catcher of fear to lock-up the soul
A snatcher of spirit through a night invitation ceremony
The only red light in the alley of doom
I was feared by many more still counting
I'm only summoned by the strongest heart to fight their worst nightmares
As I do not produce news of trend
I only inflict pleasure smeared with pain endurance
Suffered tears has more deeper meaning than spells collected in my creation

the motel room was only a room
with her in it
In her absence it was
stillborn womb of plastic furniture,
trail of wet footsteps like afterbirth
led to ashes from her last cigarette,
smeared in the bathroom sink
filter tip-stained magenta,
or might be pink,
hard to tell with this myopia.
she had left in a hurry,
with last moonshine kiss
before dissolving in blue haze
without looking back.
I turn on the flatscreen
to sanitize this necrotic silence
eating my bones

With all the hard work done
And the preparations made
It's only in the last few touches
That I am upon the stage

I'm in a large group
Of choristers
Right hand side of the stage
All singing from the same songbook
Directed in the same way

With hours and hours
Of rehearsals
Under the belt
And my eyes and ears
Alert
I am in the moment
And out there

Friendship
Feeling of love
Seeing the real person
In every light in every way
Rapport

I hope for you, a silence
as if sitting with the trees.
No words to speak,
no sound to make
just
a feeling, if you please.

I hope there comes a light breeze
on your lovely face.
You close your eyes,
you take it in
like
kinship, wrapped with grace.

I hope for you, My Neo Friends,
a soft abode to rest,
a cup of peace,
a plate of love,
more...
may you feel forever blessed.

Oh chthonic filigree, optical oracle, pinned firefly
Sound the spell’s dream fugue!
Phoenix feather in the Masonic Mosque,

marble curator’s crypt cacophony,
opal eyes funerary moons with her
decanted ether 
carnival barker
the Tarot of the carnival hour’s hues.

What we do in the day
is seen by the light.
Our sweet indiscretions
committed at night!

You never know
what He might do or say,
but we'll all find out
in the course of time.

Your heart is pounding
your hands are shaking.
Beads of sweat form
upon your brow.

The enemy comes round
just to shake you.
When morning comes
darkness will vaporize.

You'll move along
to overcome your seeming blight.
It's in yor mind
to make things right!

Left assured assumptions consumes the conduct of diligence while prickling princeling essence of the understatement

The conjunction of the pressure it’s to pursue the tail further down till it reaches its quantum

Throughout the rainy season
Mushrooms emerge from the soil
Beside mighty trees and from our own lawns
Thriving wherever there's moisure

Bringing traffic to the forest in the shape of orange-vested foragers
With a basket in one hand and Opinel knife in the other
Some looking for garnishes for their steaks
And others out for a quick buck

Beneath a cloister of moss or salal
Lucky chanterelles may be spared
Sequestered away like monks in Tibet or the Alps
Growing as much as they can before returning to the Earth

“Our love is hostile,” he said to me.
At first, I didn’t quite understand what he meant.
Because what we were to each other
had become normal for me.

Our chaos became a constant in my life.
We would fight.
We were malicious with each other.
Our words were spiteful,
full of resentment.

Every moment could become turbulent
given one wrong word.
Always in a rush,
to get away from each other.

Leaving him was the hardest thing I’d ever done,
losing us was losing half of myself.