WHEN HELL CASTS ITS SHADOW

The dawn breaks cloudy and gray
and the hibiscus bows in mourning
to the death of the sun,
A world of desolation
reflects my thoughts
and my heart
and my soul
sink to a fear born
in terrifying loneliness
There is no sun to lighten my way
and carry me through another day
Time pulls me forever forward
and I am too broken to resist

Life was lived in moments
letting them slip
like sand through fingers
walking past them
leaving footprints
to be swept by a tide

little did the tide know
what those footprints had to say
the sand kept those secrets
till they wore away
like sea shells

We sit holding hands
in the quiet of the morn
this love in our hearts
glowing clear as the dawn

Dreaming of the homeland
so deep within our souls
the river cool and mighty
and the source from whence she rolls

The birds rejoice their freedom
the hills echo in reply
we meld ourselves as one with them
as they soar into the sky

Wildflowers adorn the hillsides
forming rainbow coloured crowns
lush grasses conceal the creatures
of which our land abounds

Walk about. the dirt and garbage adding up.
I close my mind, but all I see is the edge or
your face.
The weathers grown good, sits above us uncertain
like this world. All the while the trees turn bright.
Stars at nite are clearer, the cold you said.
Like the moon sifting in filling time.

I walk with a limp, the broken bones healing
but the shield you swept aside
kept my heart safe
put on your paint and etched your name
so now I ache

To Sirs with love

My teachers
all were not so unkind to me
they said that I was
naive
whereas
they meant
innocent,
gullible,
but not silly

all of them
all the time

teachers, if you want to befriend students
tell them where they are really weak...

my sister was a teacher too
a mathematical dunce,
she called me
that alone made me to prove
how wrong was she
neither
naive nor silly me

but I remember her still
for the glee
and
love she finally gave me

I alone attended
her dissolution
into space
from where we all came
and
must return
I can still see her
smile at me....

not
silly
but
naive...

nice, I have now learned
I wasn't foolish enough
my teary eyes
have now discerned

Three tings at the third hour
So sweet and simple saccharin
That they puncture my confusion
And crumpled sweating assemblage
With an easy purity
Three rings at three from
The Victorian marble clock
To remind me that time has forever thus
Been marked by objects both destructive
And sublime, and our only crime is
The shame of not being here to witness
That lost era: elegance
And all it promised to be.

Alethea told me that she saw them
the fairies playing in the oak
but she didn't tell her mother
for she'd think it was a joke

But I believed her story
for I remember as a child
the hours spent up in my tree
and the memories I compiled

All the magic things that happened
as I swayed there in the breeze
and that feeling of euphoria
I had when I climbed trees

Sometimes the magpies joined me
just to warble in the shade
and I'm sure I understood them
as I hid there in the glade

Love is not blind
she asked me

Guys can see the ways
gals show as always,
and
then the path is clear...
when the guys have had their fun
they simply run.

only then, gals come to know
who was
and
who wasn't blind
he, love or she...

So gals your ways mind
I have seen so many come here
to have one night only
of such a kind

most guys can only see
one thing
‘’’whole’
always and anywhere
at all times