Lighthouse by Autumn Writer © Copyright 2011 Solitary star, lonesome blinking light, Sentinel on this ragged night, I fight the gale, the stinging sleet. My frail, small craft strains for yonder point where shards beneath the boiling sea lurk in evil hope of my descent to devil’s teeth. to sleep in the cold, dark and silent deep. Can You see me? Lighthouse, do You know how vain my spirit spent that Grace which once fell t...

Bogart and Bergman in Casablancanever left the backlot Kerouac and Ginsberg in Tangiers where Allen discovered America and Jack his desolate angels Crosby, Stills and Nash on the Marrakech Express but only one rode the train through the night Fagen and Becker and The Fez borrowed a dildo from Burroughs lunch Canetti had his voices and his prize Homer had his monkey's paw from the Medina in Marrakech Where Orwell wrote an...

In the depths of darkness, a heart is broken. In a broken heart lay settling sorrow  In the deep depths of sorrow light becomes visible  Happiness is sure to arouse.  Arousing happiness follows certain recovery.  With certainty of recovery a wound begins to mend.  The feeling of a mending wound  Happiness begins to flow.  Flowing of happiness  Soon to be me again, sorrow follows love  Recovery follows sorrow forevermore.

Lying in bed, my eyes closed.You are the first thought that enters my mindThe kisses we shared made me feel specialHolding me in your arms made me feel safeYour caresses made me feel wantedLooking into my eyes, I felt lovedIt was real for me, was it real for you?I felt so lucky to have you, a man that loves me as much as I love him. At least that’s what I thought.What we had was great, it was special.You have no idea, how...

No headphones no musicJust sounds of the bike sounds of the roadCars whizzin by Birds sing wandering the skyLost in thought lost to the soundsHum of the tires rollin down the roadNo tunes blaring in my earsQuiet thoughts rolling down the road Hum of the rubber click of the gearsChain she sings on the rings Roll down the roadCar whizzes by The sounds the music of the roadNo headphones no tunes in my earsJust sounds of the...

Alone in the woods?Perhaps Sitting here sipping on my brew Alone in the woodsSo I think Eyes wander roundAm I really alone here in my woods? The eyes deceive me as I sit here Quiet, listen SNAP Not alone as I may think Close my eyesListen Song of the woods Frogs humming off in the distance Leaves rustle in the wind Sitting on my rock sipping my brew Close my eyes Listen The song of the woods Alone in the woods? Perhaps Cl...

One often hears it uttered that “a stitch in time saves nine.” And then a knowing nod ensues implying all is fine. But I for one have never been a booster of that quote. I’ve pondered exactly what it means with a bit of a skeptical note. First of all, what’s being stitched? A shirt, a dress, a shin? What works well on an old sock might not do well with skin. “And who is doing the stitching?” is a question that I ask. For...

I often was thinking about slowly sinking as I became older and weak. I always was wary that old age was scary because I would mumble and leak. I’d sit and I’d cry feeling that I would die and that no one was there who would care. I’d groan and I’d sigh when in my poor mind’s eye I’d be found in my stained underwear. The years they did pass and I got real bad gas and my end time would slowly grow closer. I lost all my hai...

Within I feel like I've lost a battle I didn't even know that I was fighting.A war for the carnal desires and attention of my wife. I'm the one who took myself out of the fight right from the start. More than just my physical inabilities have gotten in the way. I stare at the same screen now that I've stared at so much before that I've allowed to get in the way. It's all been a choice, and it's all been mine. But not her,...

Failure Absolute I want to be destroyed. Eliminated from history. My mistakes wiped clean from the slate. Complete destruction of my existence. No uttering of my name. No memories left behind. The world, a brighter place. My wife, happy. My son not at risk of my horrible problems. My daughter with a father who can actually raise and protect her. Only three things I have ever done right in this life. Choosing a good wife a...

And you thrummed you fingers into my life. I felt these defences lower Like a retreat called in BattleAnd you made this heart beat, Beloved. When it had refused for years It creaked, groaned and broke asunderAnd so I began to feel slowly. I flailed and stumbled Within the murkiness of feelingsAnd then I began to write, Beloved. Of feelings, of colours With emotion and passionI dug within myself honestly. Exposed the uglin...

As Sunset Amy dips into the seaShe rises in my heart A tentative summer's smile An autumn's first kiss farewell We awkwardly said, "Hello" Proclaimed proudly from atop the Alondra HotelBarra de Navidad stops to watch As Sunset Amy dips into the sea She rises in my heart

NIGHTMARE Wanting to get away from the over powering maddening quiet and stillness. I plunged into the fairground cutting a tight path for myself through the milling mass of human bodies. They were just forms, except for the occasional leering face with mouth open and wild looking eyes, turned in my direction. Fingers pointed, mouths opened and poured forth blood curdling screams and laughter on the edge of hysteria? Holl...

Shorn child He cut my hair off Lock by lock, Hair Mother brushed for me near our blazing fire. and tied my hair back as a pony tail stretching my eyebrows Slanting outwards. He cut my hair off Lock by lock, Hair that Aunt Cecil Would not brush while She had me in her home. Mother absent banished me there Tell her ,no. Father, sister didn’t you care? He cut my hair off Lock by lock fleeing to the garden I sobbed and sobbed...

What am I anticipating? A knocking at my door. Chance for some prevaricating: I'm naked on the floor. Random bits of scintillating Chit-chat from above: Floating hyperventilatingMoans of making love. The stranger coming to my gate Will knock and pass on by; I will not move nor soon nor late Till I'm on wing to fly. My finger knows its ready dance; I dance and bop for one. I suffer now no lustful glance Except from yonder...