Paint me red

I paint a light
when tis darkness and others can't see
Fluorescence paint is needed for me
to ensure they can see
my silhouette
out in the darkness
a vision of the only one
of a kind of me

your own take friend
that's me.....
now there is no more glee
no light for me
this is what I in your poetry see
won’t call it blasphemy
as distance alone
lends beauty to a scene

we have once good friends been...
haven’t we?

Reach
for the dream
to achieve
the prestigious medal
of the triumphant,

the world's acknowedgement
of being a champion,
recorded in history,

a moment to be proud of
by warriors of the arena,
representing their countries
with courage to strive
beyond their limits
to be the best
that they can be

Leaves of my soul
flutter in the fall,
lay offering, but
detached in time

absolute as another
breathtaking vision,
assaults my senses
to thieve breath

The offering Plate of life
Is passed at the end,
now naked I confess
I am bankrupt of hope

The shade of tomorrow
Fades into the distance,
mercy holds empty hands
Bereft of miracles, sigh

forever in awe of compassion
it touches ever more gently,
capturing a piece of beauty
for the heart of my mind

Streaming eyes
dampening the spirit
a thread bare winter coat
fighting chills
rushing through denuded limbs
autumn wrought upon
that Summer Eve

Will spring bring back
the goosebumps
before the flurry like kisses
my lips keep
disappear in the greens
like dreams

Or will the spring return
with lavender and roses
sparkling with dew drops
my eyes seek
while summer in my bosom
keeps your warmth
like orchids

lovedly returns
from the jungles \
of
wilderness

THANKS
I AM STILL ALIVE
HAVE YOU ALL FORGOTTEN ME?
SO EARLY??
YES NOW TIS ME .
POET ANONY
LOVED
and
Lovedly

ripple seethe
the fire of your teeth
browning the down and mole
of rounded valley private flesh

you seek with your vapid hot tongue
to lick and whip with energy
that welt rise and glow
savaged by your tase
tingled midst the twixt of
tingled
bothered hot nought
you rough rouge rogue

scarred incandescent
the sizzle effervescent
touch the lividity
on fleshes tranquility
the gasp of memory
the tug of longevity
tremors pleasure
afterglow
...

Today,
wakes to a red dawn punished
and sprayed in the blood of repentance,
compassion had begged in the
before, days turned minutes,
eternity now cradles repented
sons of the Southern Cross

They were more than death,
with courage they leave us
hope erased from eyes
United over oceans and
long confused with desperation,
the silence of the fall
echoes across the Never Never
they are no more or less,
cloaked in a mantle of darkness,
far from our red dusted roads

The air I breathe is of the dead or dying

words spew forth from swollen cracked lips
all that is heard through the spittle and hiss
are lies cleverly phrased

These acidulous tears are shed for no one
but a love lost
energy expelled in rage

Through eyes set ablaze
by Zeus's hand
I watch the demise of woman and man
sanctioned and doled out
by my own hand

I walk through the world of the living
but live in the realm of the dead
know ye well
that Damien Stryker goes on

In your mind
the snow,
falls,
gracefully
but within your
picturesque fantasy
you also feel no cold

do not fool yourself

and in your mind
dawn is
the honest
but you forget
the gruelling hunger
that curses your soul

no milk or sugar please
I do not wish
to be fooled
with fantasies of grandeur

I want my truth true,

bitter and black