Voids of Beconing

hearts of stone crack
crookedly over time,
yielding no residues,
save the gravel streets
they become and
are as necessary to
one's growth as are
those caring hearts

that bleed with each
insight leaving voids
in the hall of knowledge
that will escape the
keen eyes of all our
future visitors...  still,
both are warranted
if we are to become that
which we need to be.

25Jan16

Fading Away

satin colors
browns and blacks
fold into each other
as if "feathered in"
with an artist's brush,
but still distinct
to tell the difference
and feel they are
not the same
if, and only if,
our touch
were that gentle;
satin colors
steal the eyes
and we smile
at its victory
knowing in time
all will become one
and the same and
all too boring.

25Jan16

Concurrent

this night
trembles
in the hand of
its owners
like no other
and
we must continue
as we have done
so many times before
until the dawn
is first sighted
on the
horizon
or perish
as we have done
so many times before
when dawn
arrived late
and we
were assimilated.

25Jan16

Reunited

sexy and beautiful

is the night that

passes more quickly

than the rest,

leaving us sleepy

and a little uneasy,

as now exposed

to those who would

have their way and

to whom we obey,

finding solace in the

notion that charity

no longer despairs

but cherishes the dead

as if they were family.

25Jan16

Dark Shadows

reflective darkness bears
the names of the dead, who
walk these streets before dawn,
looking for casualties that
have remained silent of what
was heard earlier when asleep
and dreaming those thoughts
given to us by them who
stand in all our dark shadows.

25Jan16

Entropy

the morning light refuses
to penetrate the darkness
this day as we are duty
bound to reflect upon this
omen as one of the natural
courses of action by the
hands of unnaturalness,
and we see like we always
have seen in these our
final stages of entropy.

25Jan16

Always Hosting

dark mornings create

the enlightenment we

all seem to want these days,

but few are willing to

purge themselves from

the light that holds them

out-of-sight and

out-of-reach of the soul

which belong to devils;

burnt into their minds at

the moment of conception,

reaffirmed at birth,

extracted at rebirth...

but not completely,

leaving an insatiable

desire to find the host.

25Jan16

White

could it be
I wonder
that
the snow
we see
on the ground
is not white
at all but
a different color
altogether
that appears white
so we can
finally see
the difference?

23Jan16

Left Behind

there can be no doubts at all

that what we had,

that what we felt and

experienced is no longer

enough to provide us both

with what we need,

leaving us little choice

for one to remain  behind,

who, will not just face the music,

but, who will write the

lyrics for our divorce as well.

23Jan16

Just Visiting

the room spins one way
my thoughts another,
my eyes are fixed
and hear nothing
but the sound of pumping
and the surging of blood
into empty cavities...
the constant dripping of nerves
bends the soul and the
courage once felt is
sucked away by
the constant spinning...
emotions separate
the reconnect with my
dormant feelings,
more exposed than before,
and it all seems
so foolish...
so silly...
to make any room at all
available to these visitors.

23Jan16