I had three favourite, divine flowers
Roses
They were so full of purity and radiance
I was always next to them
Doing everything for them
One day I tried to water them
But all three cut me with their thorns
As I tried again they disappeared
They were in another garden
Not wounded
But I was bleeding
Their cuts ripping through my heart
Oh,but was this about flowers?

Ashen complexion, reflection
looking back through the crack,
shards of glass embedded in her wrists.
Today was supposed to be the happiest day.

A single tear, graced once rosey cheeks,
mascara smeared in devastated streaks.
Blood stained across betrayed lips,
waiting for the kiss that binds.

He chose her once upon a time,
but once was all it would ever be.
There was someone else
that would always be far greater than she.

Metallic kelly green, flecked with gold.
Sun’s light flashing from her tank’s sleek lines.
Custom raised handlebars, waiting for my touch.
What a majestic sight!

Purring between my thighs,
my motorcycle and I cruise the night.
Effortlessly we trace the highway’s curves.
She is a Lady but not tame, No sir!

She eagerly awaits my challenge to the road.
I can make her roar; I have christened her
(by her personality), Morgan le 'Fey,
it suits her well!

She is like a naked flame starved of oxygen.
White hot but almost exhausted,
Weary like a candle at the end of its life.

I’m a blind, deranged moth
Excited to be flying towards her cold fire,
Eager to be engulfed by her,
Hypnotized and confused by one last flicker of light.

A moth has no mouth
Still, I wanted to lick her flame,
One last taste of her tongue,
A final kiss before extinction.

The atmosphere is heavy.
The only sounds I can hear are sniffles
and your whispered name.

Looking into your black casket
is the worst sight I've ever seen.
One I'll never forget.

Get up.
Hug me.
Tell me you love me with all your heart...

If only it were still beating.

This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole
insync as acceptable literary playfulness,
no matter figurative persiflage
bespeaks, expresses, invokes, jimmy's...
simultaneously stretching limits credulity
(think courtesy metaphorical crowbar)
teases out apropos exaggeration
after quaffing vermilion vintage vermouth
without shadow of doubt signifying untruth

The mayflies are dying in their thousands
More with each passing day
They blow in the wind like fallen autumn leaves
Just where can life be found these days?

Today I met someone I used to know
I snapped my fingers to remember her name
As if I don't whisper it in the wee hours
When her memories chase sleep from my eyes
And my troubled soul
Sings a half forgotten melody

In reality it means nothing
To forget or to remember someone
The mayflies are dying in their thousands
This will all be over soon

I put these feelings away
some time ago, where I thought
they’d stay where I left them.

But they felt no compunction
to stay were they’d been put.

In my youth, when you were letting me go
so subtly I didn’t notice until it was over.

The terrible act of love, having our dog
put to sleep from his suffering.

Hoping the day before her last one was a good one
for my mother, and that she’d finished a good book just in time.

Old age encountered
yet not sixty-five
I live in a hospital
that keeps me alive

Mal-functioning liver,
kidneys and bowels
They give me fifteen
and I’m still on the prowl

I cruise down the long hall
on my black power glide
Searching for shadows
on a mystical ride

Embarrassing moments,
they make me comply
No friends here to speak of
with whom to confide

My life is a mystery
my demeanor is shy
My hopes are all fading
I’m shut up inside

When you feel you're going crazy,
And the world is really bad.
Hearing the words " you are mental",
Leaves you feeling very sad.

On days when everything's a struggle,
And nothing goes your way.
If only there was a reverse button,
To take these woes away.

When future looks so grim for many,
I feel Ike I can't moan.
And in a world of greed aplenty,
I know I am not alone.