The beaked feathers of symphony filled
the air. Strings of lights came down to stare
The bone finger branches filled no spaces

The wheel of tangerine orange fire burst
Above the eternal punching velvet sky
The sea of swaying mixed flowers

Swayed like a chorus of children
Singing together. An aroma of
Of blueberry and lemon silk grass

A stream silver sheen glistening
a trinklet quiet sound making
zen tranquility just listening

Obeying the trout fish swishing

Having survived
a cleansing cycle,
in Gaia BH2.
We touched down on
Charon.
Pluto's only son.
I look back now.
On ten long years.
I wonder what I'd done.
To receive this kind of punishment.
Would my story be unsung?
My hands were cold, my eyes were dry.
I could no longer cry.
The cosmic winds raged on eternally,
but somewhere in the night
I learned another song to sing.
Which I could not deny.
We forge our heaven, as well our hell.

ATTRACTOR

After all this time, and still no answer
I must ask the question why
I don’t consider myself a chancer
With letters sent and no reply

It’s confusion whilst never knowing
And a cold winter wind is blowing
But keeping warm all the while
As I recall that special smile

But can she ever know I’m waiting
It’s a serious question if one can cope
Yet all’s not lost, as still there’s hope
There’s pleasure in anticipating

But there is one thing never to miss
The genuine opportunity for a kiss

December first nineteen fifty nine and
December first two thousand twenty three
represents sixty six orbitz
one prized Earthling
named Amélie Beth Harris-McGeehan
completed round the sun.

About half her life linkedin
with spousal enrichment,
(while hunkered down livingsocial
in Woodbury, New Jersey),
hence the hyphenated married name.

Though said endearing eldest sister
approximately thirteen plus months my senior,
ofttimes during mein kampf,
she displayed maternal (motherly) mien.

Thundersnow rumbles
as you flee through the night
Your soul reeks of fear
to the old one's delight

How dare you to live
and take pleasure again?
Do you dare to be happy
be alive, with no pain?

The monster within you
is dormant and sleeps
"Here, in my heart sir
is the love that I keep"

It's old and so moldy,
A bit ancient, I'm sure
but I'll bet that it works
for once it was pure...

The eyes are what disturbs him
as he looks into the glass
The mirror showing his decay
his youth is gone at last

"Why do I do as I will do?
I could quit and go to ground
I've made the world a safer place
there's fewer perverts 'round"

Hello my brother, I am here

"Bah, you would show up just now"

Come on Killer, don't be like that
I heard you take your bow

leaves like precious gold
brilliant as the sun, save one -
red, like a ruby

It is like one last sigh -

a warm breath before
the chill of winter,

trees singing before they rest,
the earthy fragrance of golden fields,

our hands still naked with no gloves,
the gentle swish of raking leaves,

voices ebbing as the days grow darker
before life falls into a still slumber

as December spreads herself over
the earth, like a maternal blanket.

The shimmering disc shaped moon
The sky was multicoloured punching
Bright like splashed glitter of thrown lights

A breath of wind and honey suckle trees
a new world even brighter a place to
Escape whenever I need. I discovered

an ancient tranquil zen like place a
Portal by falling by mistake through a
whirlpool ancient dusty old mirror

Discovering a secret from my bedroom.
It only speaks to the suffering the hurting

By the blood moon's light
Over the window sill
He crept; a shadow of darkness
Master of chaos and fright

Molten-esque breath against my neck
Shivers plummeting down my spine
Glowing eyes that hypnotize
Behind honey-glazed vocals saying I'll be fine

Sliding his hand behind my head
Twisting strands of hair around crooked finger tips
Quivering with anticipation, I fell into a trance
His other hand pulling me into his hips