withering

and sit
i here
at rivers edge
listlessly staring
barely caring
never
aware of sorrows
glaring
while lifelong
dreams
and joys
rush past
like broken
toys
useless noise
drifting
on currents
unseen
waiting i for
glories untold
and endless
so it seems
till finally
it unfolds
and
i am
old

regret

purple night
wandering amid
the amber light
sitting in the dead
man's chair
soft silky hair
abiding in a life
of wicked strife
terrified

running hiding
someone will see

a perverse stillness

wafting over me.

treasures of light

lost to the night

memories fleeting

despair now greeting

a hapless waif
gingerly seeking
the loving hands
that give no more
strictly speaking
loves dead whore

Aberration

muffled screams
and baby dreams
happy children
running playing
never knowing
what they're saying

flashing smiles
bright green eyes

another way
to hide the lies
loneliness
across the miles
mother father
holding hands
destroying
timeless bands
emptiness and desolation
settling fear amid
desperation
love and joy
a cruel decoy
morph into
an abyssal
aberration

gently rest

twilight upon
the bed
candlelight shifting
the dead
memories sifting
endless night or
sprinkles of daylight
dancing shadows shun
a gentle nun
cradles your head
wishing you dead
inspiration fails
slowly sadly
baby girl wails
they turn away
end is nigh
they turn away
good bye

winters rain

driving rain
washes away
the faces of
the children
cast away
in blinding shame
fingers reaching
never touching
farmers grieving
their fathers lands
like the winters rain
biting stinging
while in
the minds eye
Currier and Ives
refreshing and wild
baby girls sigh
twin boys cry
endless nights
a demented mothers
last regrets while
peace and sadness
stand in chorus
awaiting the riderless horse
figments of
and stolen moments
dart back and forth
in amber light
cries in the night
that no one will hear
seeking
feeling
coveting
that sweet release
which will not come
yet while all is lost
comes near the notion
of an illiterate ocean
of pleasant thought
knows not what the
cost nor how it was
bought
yet pain is what
this freedom
cost no matter
what was wrought
pain searing
like a
winters rain

pariah

running hiding
someone will see
a perverse stillness
wafting over me
treasures of light
lost to the night
memories fleeting
despair now greeting
a hapless waif
gingerly seeking
memories
reeking
fading fast a
daunting day
the die is cast
women fleeing
children bleeding
searching for
a long dead past
knife and gun
has full run
face down a
dying nun
failed to heed
the demon seed
in purple night
wandering amid
the amber light
sitting in the
deadman's chair
gently stroking
soft silky hair
while luring all
within his lair.