In a world of Chaos, lost and alone
a soul wanders searching for home
a heart adrift, longing to belong
yet feeling like an outsider all along.
In a sea of strangers a lone figure stands
Searching connection, reaching out hands,
but the world is vast and the path is unclear
as the lost soul struggles to find their sphere.
Yet deep within, a flicker of Hope,
guiding them onward an helping them cope,
so fear not,wanderer,for your not alone
in this mad world you'll find a place to call home.

My ardor is vast for the
darkness which I worship!
vampires, wolves,
all the creatures of the night
down to the lowliest Bat!

Sitting on my garden swing,
contemplating these things,
searching the heavens
for a constellation
I might claim for my own.

He found me!
Entered my patio
on a whim,
or so I thought...
Truth be told,
He'd been watching
me for weeks!

Instead of saying hello;
He recited a poem
of His own,
of devotion, tenderness,
and yearning...

The year was nineteen-forty-four
And the date was the sixth of June.
As time went by, death knocked on the door
Of John and his mates, who would meet death soon.
All the rain and sound he pushed,
To the very back of his mind
And thought of all the people he knew -
He just wanted to to remain alive.
Home was where he longed to be:
A warm safe bed, and endless tea.
John’s birthday just so happened to be
The reverse of Day-hyphen-D.
He bravely died on his twentieth birthday
Covered in blood, in tremendous pain.

The View From Here
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

It is honourable that you were so ready
To go to battle
For a better world.

Your village deserved
For you to fight for them
Like only you can.

I know you really loved
The ones
You sacrificed it all for.

I know the greatest thing
You will ever have done
Was to save someone else.

I only wish there could have been
Just one small thought
To save yourself.

Written April 2, 2024
© 2024 Kelly Ann Wilson

The details of you have blurred
over the years since you've been gone,
but how I miss you still has sharp edges

that cut the ribbons of my memories,
laying them bare and exposed
against all of this night of your absence.

I’ll keep trying to patch the ribbons together
into something beautiful so I can remember you
only as daylight, and the jagged loss hopefully,
with patience, no longer cuts when I visit you.

and still I feel infuriated at myself
concerning squandered funds
passively, senselessly, and willingly
surrendered nest egg
to computer hackers
(imposters, jackknifing, and liquidating)
coercing me to forfeit funds,
whereby yours truly (me) blindsided
thru convincing telephonic dialogue
witnessing unquestioned trust

While strolling down this grassy lane
at a lovely slow meandering pace,
when who should I spot, but a brown Rabbit
decked out in tails, I then gave mad chase...

In his tux, dodging obstacles,
closely I followed, eager to catch him.
I was near, but he vanished down a hole
on his heels, standing at the holes brim

Without thought, I threw myself in.
Down, down, down, down I was ever falling,
hitting the ground upside down with a thump
Rabbit to my right, I began calling

The community of human kind
Born from centuries long ago,
Have given forth their worthies
So that we could learn and grow.

It takes more than one small village
More than one way to live each day,
As we live our lives forever more
Because of those who paved the way.

From common stock to worldly kings
On strong backs and sweat of brow,
Those that toiled so that we might lead
Give forth their globe; Our time is now.

I want simplicity - a clear cut path.
I want a big yellow road sign pointing me where to go, and a GPS, kindly reminding me which exit to get off at.
I want the robed figures on my tarot cards to open their mouths and speak to me, to give me some directions I can scrawl on scrap paper and pin to my cork board.
I want my professor to teach me about purpose-
what should I do with my life? Who should I love?
Biology is boring I want the real stuff.
Tell me what clubs to join, what people to avoid.
What to eat, How to be hungry.

Her laugh is soft, it flutters
As butterfly wings in spring.
Her dark eyes wide, they sparkle
As the purest diamond ring.

She is the sweetest angel
That any man could know;
Yet deep within her ageless soul
Dark vices wrought men woe.

She loves to woo and taunt them,
To lead them on with guile,
To bring them pain and misery
Bestowed with lasvicious smile.

Her pleasure is to lure them
Bind them helpless then,
As victim snared in spider's web
Inflict pleasure close to pain.