Wisps of fog sweep over and ‘round The bridge that leads to Heaven So, stay the course and falter not, And keep your footing sturdy It’s not the stairway advertised In popular songs of old No climbing is involved, my friend You merely follow the path The mist will guide you through the day While stars light up the night No formal training is entailed No fight to earn admission Procedures required by mankind Are not the hi...

One after another Sheets of metal fall from my lips Slicing the corners of my mouth As they clatter to the ground Symbols etched in silver Canvased anguish Purposeful debris Manufactured for them to see Even under a microscope They struggle to decipher The sigils of unsung history Of the ambivalence of death ‘Eureka!’ they shout in unison Handshakes flutter across the room Pleased with their accomplishment Misread, misint...

Every hour, minute, second I am prey I am fodder Hunted down by demons Haunted by every face I've ever seen Pacing around in suffering Isolated by shame Reluctant by nature Tormented by illness I lay powerless to their mockery Engulfed in darkness Stunned in shadow I try to grasp onto anything outside of this void Daring to hope Pleading to be sedated by the radiant I always come up short I attempt to cling to the tangibl...

Though the puppets of night in autumn's clairvoyance, shadows play, whispering in silence, dancing neath wings, a long twilight on silent stairs living this dance on prayers, in touch with God

Nails on a chalkboard The sound of his voice The extra day’s visit When given no choice The fog-laden air And lack of sunshine The cool winter breeze Causing my sister’s whine The quickly raised voices Insisting they’re right The misinformation That causes a fight The great indecision Which channel to choose? The card game we’re playing That I’ll likely lose It’s time to embrace While the clock chimes sound And say, “Happ...

Through the fields of golden hearing of the winter in their cry a whispering of snow and the dawning of the frost something told the wild geese to go with the ever-changing sky... it was time to fly through the fields of golden

She sang my soul of polished memories as her shadow awakes neath the hush when her soft voice died on the wings of angels so deep the silence of her echoes on clear nights from the winds that ride the tides of love

Is it worth the trust if it's mostly lust? ° You are free to speak Tell me what your heart says We are in admission Please, no more naysays. ° Is it worth the love if you only feel kind of? ° Whisper on my ears The words I must hear. The songs of lovers From you, my dear. ° Is it worth the kiss if it's amiss? ° Look into my eyes Let me see the truth The window of your soul Don't hide the sooth. ° Is it still worth the try...

In my dreams, a hundred years of sleep from tiny buds to crimson rose tickled by the hermit bees as the slumberous brierwood doze in dawn's twilight glow sweet as the dew of heaven's caress of soft leaves pressed between written words and prayers kept

A flicker of light I can see it from afar Drowning in darkness. A whisper of hope I can hear it fade away Deafening silence. A soft cry for help It is coming from within Not denying it. You reach out to me Holding your little candle Sharing me the light. Inaudible now The sound of a cheer replays Reminds me of hope. I accept your hand You lead me, I follow you Be a better me.

The wayward dark soul of twilight shadow of the devil's hermaphrodite skeleton among the stones a vessel awaking from the grave to reign on ashes of bones dragged through the gate of Hell with cinder of death's breath resurrecting the crypt of dawn in a metamorphosis of the worm

In my perfect world, I would hear a knock at my door. And it would be you, standing there. I would go to speak but you would silence me with a kiss. Our lips that once longed for each other would blend blissfully together. I would pull you close to me and inside my home. Breathless with each kiss. In my perfect world, I would print out the next chapter of my book. I would rush into our bedroom excited to share it with you...

Maybe this time you can stay afloat, Drifting along the void, Feeling the sweet nothingness You reach for your lifeline but they never returned your call Setting you adrift over the dark sea Maybe this time you can just float along In your tiny boat made of false hope Not be entranced by the opac waters beneath You can sense the tendrils of hopelessness and self doubt searching for you Waiting to pull you under, Enticing...

Between a distance of a smile the valance of your breath touched by the wind chimes with a shadow of leaves in between the wine sap tree and the god's honey mead as waves wade upon the shore through sands of a silent opera of life's sweet apple core in between the wine sap tree

Death will pass your world too The prosperity of your times shall end too The owl of suffering who annihilates from the root Shall visit your sad land too The autumn wind bringing misery to the lands Shall pass your gardens too The water of death, known for chocking throats Shall pass through your mouths too You who your spear blades are sharp to oppress The sharpness of your blades fades with every kill too Since the rul...