Poetry is death to me
When the world is gray
I can not see
Anything but fey.

Fey is knowing death
Powerless to change
A final grief or breath

It may change with time
this lonely path of mine
Shows me only pain
but I can't deny my brain

easel
the storm outside wages
and the sins cast raise the
fire
the cat stirs
its yellow amber gaze

the mists through the shire
the sea roams against the caves
that groan
and dreams shake away
behind the Mica windows
the peat fire blaze
its sweet comfort
the tea pail simmering

Hawthorn and Root

the winged spirit climbs
seeking
bitter fruit
the wizened hearts
of unbelievers

the bear walkers
who despoil the truths
of rune stones

Headlights on the highway
grit in tired eyes
on the road since Friday
way more lows than high
keeping it between the lines

Trading miles for money
exchanging life for time
endless days are never sunny
as I wipe off the grime
keeping it between the lines

Mirrors reflecting glaring light
while ol' Hank and Waylon play
alone another four lane night
tailgaters just won't go away
keeping it between the lines

The raw dripping pool
creeping across the mouth
delicious!

drip drip dribble dribble

No sanguine snack this-
more a Homo-blackpudding
bursting bloody bastes

The luminous ring dances
lunar lines across the
Green Man's playground
hiding wet magenta ribbons

drop! drop! splatter splash!

And the scent is wafting
And the hirsute pursuer
pines for the
metallic tang

And he finds a lone lovely
languishing in the green baize
clearing

Shook me a branch on the Lullaby Tree
sweet melodic air wafted by me slowly
my eyes started to close unwittingly
soft mystery of the Lullaby Tree

Hypnotised by the whisper of the Lullaby Tree
magical dreamland drifted into me
flying on clouds of heavenly reverie
the wistful sound of the Lullaby Tree

Wanted to stay forever under the Lullaby Tree
peace and serenity enveloping me
but breeze brought me back to reality
precious time spent under the Lullaby Tree

She dyed her hair
black as her Mother's lungs,
hoping to attract the beast
to someone deserving.

She went out to the porch,
the smoking lounge
kicked herself for lighting up
and noticed the grasshopper's struggle.

Don't fit me in your form
For i'm far from the norm
Don't try to contain
All that's in my brain
This normality,
makes us insane
In a mad world,
only the mad are sane

TRUE REFLECTIONS

as i wander farther from myself
into dissolution
bleeding edges of annihilation
I hold to what is left
of me
in memory and recollection
where I see
my lasting and true
reflection

Whispered endearments
tickling my ears
every breath
drawing me near

Featherlike fingers
up and down my arms
each movement charms

Kisses so soft
sailing aloft
on clouds of reverie

Lustfilled eyes
hypnotise
Stop being a tease
take me now, please

A deep hurt!

at times my heart weeps,
though rarely
when I see machinations
manifested in crooked minds,
seeking the fish from under the Dead Sea
when all are asleep,
wantonly
and
in pity seek a false admiration
to reach out for empathy,
callous folks still exist
I hate to say
but still