Gay

All of the times I drove forward, you were not far behind. Lying in circles the chosen have come to be scorned. While the watchers go watching, the blood dried upon their hands. The archers have drawn their last breaths and the battle is over. But the deceivers, believing they could be brought in from the cold Wet wrought iron fences are bleeding their rusted tears. Onto the glass and the stone would we be remiss? To ask God a favor like could you be caught in a lie?

Gone

Brought down the mountain On the heels of a suburban sweetness. Escaping from the lips of the unborn Feelings that are tied up in flowers. Bitter blossoms breaking through the fog To a better end does one come forward. To be forlorn or peace-worn? A believer or a seizure? Picking up the pieces of his heart Let it be what ever it will be The southern front runs over the hills A blessed battle toward a better hell. Woven in tears of respite, Peony came to bed On the heels of their regret. Do these mists look darker to you? They sang into the twilight A twilight of listlessness Sounds of the fever picking, pacing Racing to see the next dawn But what does he say when the curtain is drawn? A close up, sensual light show That we didn't ask for. A bellow blows.

A Random Return

Gone Lost in the sea, The advent of peace. Gone With words flowing, Throughout my mind. Breaking waves sound Like the sadness Crushing inside out. Carousel Digging in the sand Children at the park. A carousel in the distance. The calliope its sounds Cut through the air To signal it is autumn. Reminiscing when we met Those familiar sounds invoke A mesmeric sense of abandon. Digging in the sand A ferris wheel stands Where the calliope once chimed. A hand in darkness Brings hearts to life Will you sing for me? While they surrender themselves To the unending merriment the inner turmoil reaches climax. Digging in the sand A pier lies abandoned I remember where you were. Eyes once warm, cold Emboldened by the fire Which raged underneath cold skin. The fires long gone Out in the park The carousel sings again. Digging in the sand The emptiness I feel When those tears of yours Dried for the last time.

Secrets Lie

The clearest blue of the ebb and flow, Resceding shoreline made of darkest sands. Collected in a glass, poured through a sieve Of brass, golden and subdued. Through the dew collected On shoots of grass. I see time immemorial, Deepest blue It sheds its secrets. Alabaster skin tarnished by the days Your eyes divulge pain of ages past The fasting of a soul Unnourished, unfulfilled, seemingly undeserved A flurry of snow coatsthe bridge Between the mundane and the unknown To cross is to discover what will never be Undaunted the soul journeys ever onward. The fiercest wind blows through the other side These sands they cradle and coddle. A memory of fires long burnt out The sleeping coals of intuition lie waiting A catalyst rolls in with the tide Assuring, alluring. Will you resist what you feel? Will you be as time ever changing? The waves of wisdom washing away the shame.

Continuation

Force of words
Trickles down the nerve
Loving what is lost
Going back through the frost
I can't help but open up
Otherwise I may close forever.
The thought of which leads me
To think of all that is lost.

Force of actions
The rising of scarlet hues
Staining the world dead
As the way I feel
Can only be described;
Glowing ember
Set loose from the ovens
Burns all it touches
Yet gives us warmth.

Hold out your hand and watch,
Ever closely,
The wind falls through the cracks
Can you feel it?
Does it change the feelings of desire?

Warm Up

Dark corridors collecting dust
Stacking up in profound ways
The measure of what you think is just
Compounded by the one who says:
"Is it better to be lost or found,
or better yet succumb to oblivion?"

Long hallways stretching onward
As labyrinthine as a summer's frost;
Water flowing where it doesn't belong
Cutting like glass yet smooth as milk.
Infinity seems long...

Wrappings

A heart wrapped in muslin,
Still bleeds,
When left at room temperature.
It still beats,
Even after several slights
or tests of might.
This human condition:
Safe as can be,
Until you leave your house.

A heart wrapped in muslin,
Still bleeds,
But not forever.
It has a shelf life,
Which may be longer
Than your neighbor's.
It's hard to say.
Do you want to know
Or would you rather let it be?