Torture system
Stretching cracks
Snapping bones and breaking backs.

Daily grinding
Rusty chains
Deeply flaying marrow pains.

Poison potions
Slyly nursed
Drunk to quench a dying thirst.

Vital organs
Slowly fed
Bleeding toxins to the head.

In confusion
Happy dreams
Drown the sound of harrow screams.

Withered muscles
Flapping flesh
In the graveyard maggot creche.

Bloated bodies
Crawling flies
Spilling out of hollow eyes.

I see blackberry winter's here
that very special time of year
when thorny vine's small white bloom
announces colder weather's doom

It's cold enough to wear long sleeves
to ward off spring's last chilly breeze
yet warm enough up in the day
to show that cold won't long hold sway

The flower of this lowly berry
reminds that summer will not tarry
this mini-season won't last long
so don a cloak and come along

take in the snow falling like thoughts
slow in their spiral

languid in their language
dark and mottled under the light
the grey where night has not
slept
where the wind has not removed

this cold that slips between sleep
and dreams
stirs like the gusts
the parking lot entertains

night haunted as a lonely ballad

The darkness overwhelms me.
I live in yesterday's world.
Each yesterday is darker than the
one before. Seeing a sad black
life crossing out the days on the
calendar, one at a time.

Looking back, I cannot see past
the black shadow that engulfs me.
My life is spent trying to retrieve
yesterday.....I realize that it will
never come to pass, backwards I'm
wanting to retrieve the yesterday.
I realize that it will never come
to pass.

We were introduced, "unlikilly-like"
if we were to agree that that's a word,
her demeanor seemed so serious that
it called for the absurd.

So, I began to re-scramble words
and string them crazily on a strand,
and offered to clasp them 'round her neck
in hopes she'd understand.

Her aura was simplistical mystical
her eyes captured each scene,
then, she portrayed a knowledge worthy
the wisdom of a queen.

thought I'd moved forward
left all the yesterdays
where they belong

but unfinished business
called today and threw me back
into a whirlpool of emotions

can I close those doors
where eddies full of anger
spin constant

shut out hands of pain
that twist a heart
til it can sob no more

perhaps tomorrow will bring
clarity to a mind that now
suffocates in a mire of regret

a mire -
full of words unspoken

17th April 2011 MALLORCA. "A walk into heaven."

And it did stay away, the rain? It did, and the great globe of fire spun round and round making the heat dither off our skins and colour them brown, I go brown not red luckily but perhaps that is because I don't lie in it all day.

Sucking the life out
of all you touch
they are but stepping stones
To you they don't mean
much.

You're so high
on yourself
you don't see me
getting close
So self absorded

Grinning,
not seeing what's about
to strike home
The payment of one life
justifies the sinning

There will be smiles
not one tear
When a fist full of dirt
is dropped upon
the fertile earth

There's a full moon rising slow tonight
in the east behind the distant trees
flooding the world with its cool clear light
casting shifting shadows in the breeze.

Diurnal life is staying active now
throughout a night that will not know the dark.
From running deer to a still grazing cow
and gray squirrels raiding in the park.

Perhaps the glow from the spring full moon
foretells the coming of the spotted fawns
and prods coyotes to sing their sad tune
throughout the night 'til the break of dawn.

Born in the wild
Learning to survive
Before he was weaned

Cold, calculating eyes
Set upon the prey
Brindled fur
Stood on the edge of anticipation

Methodical stalking
Barely a rustle of leaves
The breeze carries a scent
Of live food afoot

Head lifts
Toward the full moon
A howl splits
The silence of the night

The hunt has begun