In a single moment, I closed my eyes
thinking of the past that we've left behind

We have come a long way, my dear,
to find our path to each other

We have fought and reconciled,
we've even separated for awhile

And each time we leave, saying "Never again",
Fate will bring us back together again

Even after the years drift us further apart,
moments that we shared never leave our hearts

Our youths are gone ,weary skin cast over old bones,
still we find beauty is not something to mourn

I walked as if dreaming,
feet swallowed in Autumn colours.
Dust rising as leaves all around,
colours crowded my mind
Beauty beyond my scope
my vision impeded

Reeling senses sought me,
silent words now thoughts.
Amazing spaces drawing my will,
eyes extending as a birthday child
Drinking this in with sighs,
my memory failed me once more

Where am I??

Ridges of black walls,
try to confine me.
A landscape flows,
a rainbow rises.
Like falling leaves,
their quiet symphony

Throw her back. Throw her back, I say.
Cast her body back to the sea.
That child never did a damn thing
'cept bring embarrassment on me.

Pour her ink into that same swell.
Those words were never worth a thing.
Always thrashing against the norm
crying that Afrikaa was king.

Wash the walls of the servant's room
where she laid her head as a child.
Remove the blasphemy from site.
Erase the thoughts of whim gone wild.

The Act

More often than not,
eyes, ears, tongue, nose, skin, sense less
in these puppet shows.

The Plot

A dubious plot
the puppeteer unfolds
from his dark domain.

The mystery

Innocent puppets
hang between life and death
strangled and maimed.

The effect

While the curtain falls,
eyes, ears, nose, tongue, skin, sense less
in the commotion.

The victims

More often than not,
the mute puppets pay the price,
while the show goes on.

parakeet seeing sights of blood
inventing in himself dis-belief
metals collocating preexistence
clop burnishing................
Cain and cane and came.......
down he
fetlock would strangulate common touch,
his poke will batter etiquette
so he still considered loop perch
wise things, and stayed
the humans beneath are splattering
from burnishing wishful stray
long drawn at the guns touch
kissing rain flying the birds
singing of docile spend-thrift
a soldier
soul without body

Foolhardy lovers

They all fall in love
on Face Book
or any sites....
all those who so appear
are not themselves in reality...

many are the humming birds
some chasing living ghosts
some are mad in their musings
thinking them to be shadows

who and why

should they just fall in love
with creatures so strange
they will never meet ever
I say
that again and again

That the thought lingers still
The touch can still be felt
A perfume not smelt but felt
This is the order of the day

Why did I leave you there?
Then I feel that surge again.
A gentleness that makes blushes
A soft mind jog of things past

Tell me when to let memories go
I still need you to walk with me?
I can answer my own questions
The answer to all things is, stay.

I welcome you into my thoughts
Reaching out to see you there
I would love to know why we aged
Me in my body, you in my mind

we lay like ruinous worth
the mirror alive with unspoken
movement

a storm mouth of static
from the black ovid speaker
voices voices voices
beneath the hiss

breath of a calling
the darkness
filling up the mirror

rising like a flood

we will float from the
uneven steps of the
landing
in this dream

separate
with one heart
carried in its cage
a bird taken
forth into the
depths

descendant
to breath the air
on the other side

I took a breath and found my tragedies
littered in my life like incomplete dreams
and I gathered them, placed them together
that they might commiserate their failures
and take heart that all for which they'd striven
had come to naught; had disintegrated
into a web of dry disappointment
and served no purpose and brought no comfort
and inspired no joy or wrought happiness
in any life that they had touched or seen.
And I found my tears of discouragement,
my angst, my pity, and malevolent

The Lay Of Leithian by J.R.R. Tokien

A king there was in days of old
ere Man had yet.............the mould
his power was.........in cavern's shade,
his had was over glenn and glade.
Of .........his crown, his............green
his silver lances.........................;
the starlight in his shield was caught
ere moon was made or sun was wrought.