SOLITUDE

I put the lights to dim
sitting at my PC listening
to the winter wind.
I am alone in a world
of my own, committed
to no one; peaceful for now
in my solitude.

no one around to talk
about the slow, and horrible end
that pursues
a truth I didn’t want to know
Is out there now again

And so I put the lights to dim
and write my thoughts
as they come…
I don’t let anyone in
to see the hell I'm from...

BANSHEE

The wind blows hard and cold
from the ocean east and screams
like Banshees through corridors
and narrow streets.
Doors are locked and shutters
tightly closed, a candle for light
and a silence for fear imposed.

There are many evils from which
we hide: fantasies and games
playing horror movies in our mind
but when the Monsters come for true
to take your soul away there is nothing
we can do but say BOO and watch
those bastards run like hell !

I used to walk away
when people say
that my goal is unreachable,
that it's impossible
but it making me miserable
for not facing the trial.

So I spent my time,wondering
what lies beyond the mountains
and I can't stop staring
when the wise has spoken,
telling me that I shoun't hesitate
and let others dictate my actions.

Sometimes to embrace destiny,
one must leave life's comfort
and seek the meaning of harmony
in a different perception..

Goodbye my sweet Buddy Blaze you were a very sweet
and gentle fellow who gave me lots smiles and joy.
And I will always be remembering you hopping and playing in yard
In the grass and laying on my bed eating a carrot.
But now you are over the rainbow bridge a far better
place where you can be with your sister Fawn who was probably
happy to see you again and all the other bunnies I have there too.
you always be in my heart and I will never forget you.
your Binky free my Sweet friend be at peace.

beaudleine spleen
in the tiny icy box the amber
elixir...Gibsons
shes got her gossamer
wings open
slid off the leather
still damp with the weather

huddle at the heater
the iron cast feeder
while the candles flicker
votice
we gave love our notice

the pony legs and sex
appeal
the little kits
that make our souls
squeal

I
Of Feet.

Take off your shoes
Reveal your feet to the ground
And sigh, as your mind lets go that leather bound
Vestige, and lay with your toes buried sound
In the knowledge that feet are best unclothed
Against the foot of the world
And our toes don’t tell tales to our souls
About the paths we tread as we walk,
Toward each other.

II
Of fire

Gratitude

What does one lose?
in being kind
just you I ought to remind

read my poetry and unwind
your mind

a newer vein of poetic flood
now you are bound to find

Some say my poetry is becoming

Shakespearean
like sublime

they must be much more kind
than anyone can conceive me
like having the Bard’s mind

He must be groaning and turning
Oh god
have you again sent me?

As the first snowflake fell upon the land,
it brings about both joy and sadness.

The families huddling together in warm houses,
sheltered from the dreaded cold and loneliness,
will be placing parcels of gifts around their christmas trees
or sharing wonderful stories of delights in company.

To them it is the season to be celebrated together
as they sing the carols and play games with each other.
A chance to display their love to the young and old
and to remember the treasure that is greater than gold.

Green eyes fade to black as
ghosts come to life and scream

For eyes to remain closed
'til deep through the night
and play keep away with
the soft blanket of light

Visions play out scenes
to instill the fears
that come with break-
ing dawns and aching years

Black eyes fade to green
wiping away the crust of night
unaware of the ghosts
that remain throughout the light
to seal the fate of their hosts
in a battle where there is no fight