A shadow passes,
over me.
I try to exclude
my memories
My mind scarred and broken,
because of the past.
I found out only yesterday,
just how the die was cast.
I never imagined
this would be.
Nothing there in black ink,
but the evidence remains to be seen
The residual effect of
traumatic brain injuries.
I struggle to concentrate
can’t find my words.
My glory days are over,
with nothing more to give or offer
Except a compassionate heart!

In gloaming's stillness a
murmuration provokes
A hidden dream a secret purr
Mistress in the closet's keep
Where shadows lie and secrets
sleep

Her laughter a ghostly breeze
Softly moves through midnight
trees
Eyes stars in moonlit mist
Guarding tales by darkness kissed

A presence felt phantom light
Dances through the silent night
In obscurity penetrating
susurrations interweave
Quiet lore few dare believe

She is the most glorious thing
I have ever seen.
How can I describe
the most wondrous of things?
Hanging Gardens of Babylon?
I follow her blindly – everywhere,
when we are anywhere.

Chased by the odds,
That make mortals
Out of the gods.

Faith sips her coffee,
Tells panic to take
Its dirty paws off me,

Or be ready for what’s next.
She might be silent as her
Muscles start to flex,

Her words become generals,
Turning fear’s lies
Into little league tee balls,

Stripping away its power
Until it’s broken,
Even for an hour.

When will I get it?
My resolve never wavers,
It has endless credit.

Back the trunk up, open wide
slide the body deep inside.
Box of pine, nowhere to hide.
Take one last breath, its your final ride.

Pulling over, take it all in stride.
Maybe you shouldn't have lied.
Then again it wasn't your soul that died.
Stop squirming and enjoy the final ride!

Falling match, one for every tear I cried
Oh, looks the Great Pretender is french fried
Into the water below, the box will glide,
Hope you enjoyed your final ride

A teaser she is
moves her luscious lips
softly as she speaks in
a seductive tongue
a gentle tender touch
running down to the skin
sending a lust of desire

Guardian Angel
Serving me with God’s consent
Whispering safe paths

Why did you leave without a trace,
Leaving behind an empty space?
We used to laugh and dream so wild,
Now memories fade like a whisper exiled

I felt it best to find my way,
To chase the sun, not here to stay.
Our bond was strong,
but times have changed,
I needed different paths arranged.

But was it worth the bond we tore,
For petty slights and so much more?
I miss the days of endless talks,
Now lost in silence, like evening walks.

Full of nothing,
my empty little head.

Writing a poem
that was best left unsaid.

Driving my mind
in the middle of night,

Slewn by an obsession
to set things aright.

Frivolous pursuits,
by the sheen of lamplight.

Attempting to reason,
with little foresight.

I’ll get on my knees,
to prepare a shallow grave.

Nothing is here
that I want to save!

When the sun comes up,
what I have done?

Not very much,
my mind on the run!

As we remained on a flight from Kansas City
Destined for St. Louis
A group of students quietly came aboard
At first there was nothing amiss
Soon I realized they were deaf
No words but an occasional off-key chortle

What came next were hands floating
Butterfly messages softly, fluidly
At the speed of light
Hands and fingers fluttered
Like Monarchs migrating to
Their appointed destination