PASSING THROUGH
My words are painful
in the making
and I have so much to tell
but Time is waiting
and my soul writhes
to my private hell
indifferent to this world
and fearful of the next;
it hides in silent places
and speaks to me no more.
and in the quiet of this loneliness,
I wonder
abandoned and betrayed
was it all worthwhile

Regrets cemented in the heart,
a man, burdened by his sins.
Alone, he faced the poisoned dart
of hate which he'd sown within.

He tossed and turned in his bed
as he cursed and wept bitter tears
for all the crimes that he has led,
his conscience pricked, he felt his fear.

His body ached, his mind, a mess.
He saw the souls of men he killed.
They crawled, they hissed, they end his rest
and caused his beating heart to still.

And there you rest,
tawny on the barren steely limbs,
flickering like light reflected on the glass pane in front of you.

But not the sun. Not today
on this dry gray day
with the ashen sky over the frost-rimed ground.

Yet there you sit in your autumnal glory,
trembling in the January air.
An unlikely reminder of the summer.

A self portrait painted with self importance

paints proudly spread on a life's canvas.

The vibrant, playful tones of childhood

preoccupied hours and dillydally

wishing for tomorrow, wasting today.

Thus giving way to the lusty decalesent

hues of adolescence. Hedonistic thrusting of

paint and pallet, hastily cleaned brush and trowel

self satisfaction, no heed or need of others.

Beauty and sensual fulfillment embellish the beast.

Autumn pastel shades adorn adulthood

All artists are lovers first...
they kiss....
never miss

Pierce
then tear the canvas
gals in tears

he fixes her soul
solely
on silk only
nothing to unveil all is shown
revealing the camouflaged
hole and sole
the whole
where he loved it most

then only will others peel
and
the love of the ardent artist feel
ask the gal of Titanic
how she felt it
once only!
ere the sinking of the ship
became an everlasting memory

so be it...

The night is riddled with secrets unknown
and the bloodlust of the vampire's clan.
They found strength in the fear they've sown
in the hearts of many weak-willed men.

Do they believe I'll let them do as they please?
Never! I'll hunt them down and send them to hell!
My blade is the vengeance that won't cease,
I will destroy the places they choose to dwell!

I am Blade, the Daywalker
I am the hybrid avenger.
Be it mere pawns or a master,
I'll face them all without fear.

On a dark cloudless night
I peered into the sky
When suddenly I saw a
Shimmer of light
My heart could not deny.
I glared upon the surface
Of a love that couldn't last,
Then pierced inside a broken heart
With memories from the past.
It's gleaming streams of rays
Touched the teardrops falling down
And gently wiped away the hurt
From which my heart was bound
I shivered as my heart let go
Of dreams I had of you
And mended back my broken heart
That once was torn into.

A brush Stroke

applied to the canvas

blues, greens, aquamarines

the artist captures this moment

and the next. Past, present

the future.

The artist, in his mind

is a time traveler

from eye, to mind, to brush

to canvas.

The canvas reveals

what the soul conceals.