.

crystals fall sadly
seep, stain thirsty earth's parchment
lost drops break black tea
dampen trembling note in hands
tears falling outside and in

If I were to have any choice,
ere the end beckons,
I'd opt for you as my nurse
and
as you come closer
and
clasp my hands,
the warmth shall flow between you and me
then surely death which eludes
will surely pass by.
even though with kith and kin of my own,
With you I shan't feel alone
the current seeps through my spine
and I erect as before .

I was captured by your sha
Chained by your magick
Imprisoned
Your soul holds me fast
I cannot escape ~

Once,
I was so alone
Fire consumed me
as She sought me out
Dragons summoned me ~

I was called up upon the wind
My name echoed through the ages
My spirit melted into flesh
My psyche
became a sharpened sword ~

Her voice whispered,
memories into my heart
Her smell shocked
my brain with power
I seen her face
upon the ancient shore ~

Though you are now gone
loving memories shall keep you near
Until I see you once again
in another tomorrows by and by

The golden summer
came and went,
the autumn leaves
now mostly spent,

Gather deep before the cold,
while Jack-frost waits
till autumns sold,

The naked trees
point to the sun,
clothes scattered
on their beds for fun

they stand embarrassed
in light of day,
reaching for the sky
as if to pray

All living creatures
that would abound,
now rarely seen
on this frozen ground,

Lobster boats at anchor sway
To the rhythm of the tidal swell.
Waiting for another work day
Lobster boats at anchor sway.
Dancing on the surging bay
To the sound of a plaintive bell.
Lobster boats at anchor sway
To the rhythm of the tidal swell.

Distant

when it began
I do not know
signs were there
they'd failed to show

road you traveled
full of holes
soul washed up
on rocky shoals

lack of feeling
in dead eyes
which speak to me
implicit lies

no longer caring
you confess
the draining of
all tenderness

you have become
a promise broken
leaving behind
a tale unspoken

I'm a man with simple tastes for dynamite, gasoline and knife

Knife shows who people really are in their last moments….. you see,  it… uh, It lets you learn.

Guns aren’t that clean. So, I am not that much into guns.

I am your only entertainment who expects mayhem as returns

I set fire to everything but I don’t do it for stunts

I am amidst a social experiment to prove “everything burns!”

Schemes you made to endless state

backed with the vision to illustrate.

Phosphorus
blade
churn the toilsome task

the jet king lay with broken backs
our enemy will feel our racks
sleek filled with bombs
and piloted by pretty blondes

the twilight time has thus
arrived and dwindled down
mans perfect tribe
our archive war machines
we trust will keep our
foes in blood and rust

Awakened on a late spring night.
Unsure by what, it doesn't matter.
Perhaps a stab of full moon's light
caused my peaceful sleep to shatter.

Well past midnight says the clock
which slowly tics my life away.
The open window fails to block
sounds unheard in light of day.

From the pond a frog's base burps
echo from the far side's ridge
where the peepers' cry usurps
a far train's passage on a bridge.