Deep inside my core feeling lost and shedding tears,
Gripped within my being by the essence of true terror,
Consumed by energy of the deepest purest of fears,
Realising my mistakes borne of mistakes and errors.

I recoil in horror from a future I never actually wanted,
With shadows of a dark fate looming in my minds eye,
A terrible destined end which my enemies have plotted,
As the sun is consumed by the grimmest darkest skies.

I confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder
what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera
semblance of reasonable poetic rhyme
despite modesty regarding
ably linkedin words for others to ponder
more often than not experiencing nonresponder,
nevertheless share mine writing
with folks cyberspace out yonder
or aliens occupying
beyond the pale of outer limits
amidst the twilight zone,
where dark shadows
looming near the edge of night
hint of spooky forebodings.

With August comes the summer Sun
A time to go and have some fun

Kites blowing in the breeze
Kids are playing in the trees

Outside picnics are all around
While family parties abound

Love and laughter fill the air
Friends show they really care

The sun is out to stay
Bringing brightness each day

August brings us a summer blast
Reminding us these days won’t last

It is not a time to fear
But rather a time to cheer

August is a special time to reflect
Time to put our future plans in effect

I like book dedications
And layers of faux skin,
the smell of old paper
And the rustling of wind

I like the bustle of street cars
where people morph into crowds
throwing away common niceties
to make themselves loud

I watch as they scuffle toward little gates
That open and close nonsensicaly
I fight back a chuckle, even knowing
they watch me with the same intensity

But the winters are so uninspiring
And when I dig my mind for wisdom
I can only think

I wear a badge, my uniform is navy blue
I work to protect people, people just like you
Serving justice is my one and only objective
My heart is golden, my senses protective

My eyes are vigilant, my blood runs blue
I stand for the flag, and all that is true
I wake up each day to protect one and all
When death looks into my eye, I stand tall

Some wonder why I risk my life this way
Why I put it all on the line every single day
Truth be told, I'm not fighting what I see
I fight for those who stand behind me

SAY IT WITH FLOWERS

A posy of small pink roses, just in bloom
Matched with ribbon and shoes in a lighter pink
A blush of needed colour in any room
The candle is ready to be lit, I think
Just one rose as a buttonhole for the groom
All just hoping he is not the worse for drink
Wedding days should be both serious and fun
Flowers are taken, ceremony’s begun

All these words flow through my thinking
Come and go like summer days of youth
Once they’re gone they leave a trail
Of vaporous nostalgic sadness
Joyful feelings seem preposterous
Among so fragile and futile a task
Such as simply existing within
The constructs of murderous modernity

The tree on the hill looks as lonely as me,
But then again how could it be?
I have no one, no one at all,
Nobody ever comes here to call.
The tree has birds who nest and sing,
It also hears secrets the wind doth bring.
I have no one, no one at all,
Nobody ever comes here to call.
The tree has squirrels in its bough,
Eating nuts like they’re doing now.
I have no one, no one at all,
Nobody ever comes here to call.
The tree has picnickers around it come,
Eating and shading from the sun.

In the chaos of my fragmented damaged mind,
Will feeling so torn in it's tainted nature so dark,
Like somebody corrupted the original design,
And turned to waste what was once a true art.

Wandering through wastelands of soul desolation,
My broken heart beaten through a life of such woe,
My spirit cries out drowning in seas of suffocation,
Overcome by trauma of a lifetime of such sorrow.

For my 18th birthday my great aunt gave me a photo album, full of old pictures of my grandparents, and cousins, and great great grandma.
The oldest photo was from 1973.
For 50 years she kept a picture of her little sister safe, along with a whole album of others.
There were christmas cards from my aunt, and baby pictures of all of my siblings.
She labeled each with the name and date, and the event;
Every one scrawled out in elegant swirls and loops.