Memories

Nothing foreseen should be a surprise,
A warning sign would be a demise.
Counter play of words and songs,
Love is the game of countless wrongs.

Claiming sense and raptured pride, 
swept in a pattern, it abruptly died.

Crickets

 

I want to die to the sound of crickets

When heaven calls my name.

For the peace of summer and the songs of heaven

Will always sound the same.

Seasons Solstice

Like cold hard death,  
the winter wind blows,  
yet my thoughts are warm,  
with a soft summer's glow.

Joy

Stigma resolved,
 mystery solved,
sweeping freedom,
 my cage dissolved.

Passion and pain,

 will always remain...

but with some thought 

 they become the same.

All of my arguments lack conclusion,
 I persist to live with much delusion.
My talent lies not with pen or premise,
 but with the company of an illusion.

Stimulation has its course,
 Sallow lives revert by force.
The eminent is also improved,
 while a catalyst is the source.


 Grateful thought,
daily deploy,
 and you will find
the surfeit of joy.

A Time for everything.

 Time is a member of restless things,
a embellished song it presently sings.

Yet as requested a new bell rings...

 A fleeting thought, a fading flower,
the new years day, a mislead power.

 Serendipitously presumed
that the year is resumed.

 When Resolutions are gained,
Time is thought to be claimed.

 But Time will betray you.
Eclipse and rape you.
 As day fades to night,
and the darkness into light.

 And by the time,
the stars align,
 the years have gone,
left you alone.

 Then all at once,
your calendar ends...
 Now ask yourself,
will you have friends?

You'll witness those, who read it wrong.
 Mourn for those, who are withered and gone.
Remember now to seize the day,
 for the Time of Glory is rushing away.

Christmas Tide!

Reminisce of moments divine.
Kindle me with fire sublime.
A day of song, of verse, of rhyme...
Love resurrected, time after time.

Evening Riser

Celibate, my wings are wrought,
   beyond the lowly, begging thoughts.
Black my mirror from what I see,
   black silence is all I read.

A color drifts in with the wind,
   relief, forgiving of my sins.
Changing tides and blessed requiem.
   i'm not nearly who I thought i'd been.