Friday, 13 November 2015

Abandoned Buildings and Alleys.

It’s a different world behind those buildings, in the narrow private alleys with their human aroma.
The empty buildings and alleys both haunted with articles and subjects.
Things left behind.
Lives abandoned.
Moments and possessions forgotten.
*
This place is haunted.
Because bad things happened here.
Because of freakish events.
Smoldering desires and unfinished business.
It’s haunted because things happened here.
Lives were changed in this alley because they were forced to be.
*
The young girls hair, sheared off and still in a pony tail.
Did she cut it off for disguise?
Was it cut for her?
By the severing of her hair, so to was her past severed from her.
Her ghost floats past, free and laughing.
A miserable life traded for something less harsh.
The things she was forced to do…
Now she gets things for it.
How cool it feels! How free!
The leash of hair cut off.
*
And above the stairs in the doorway.
A fearful, sad and scared ghost.
Was he a guard?
A homeless person with luck enough to find a whole empty building for shelter?
He was assaulted.
His jacket fell to the floor.
He was struck again.
He lost a shoe.
His ghost peeps out from the dark shadows.
White of his eye.
Sneaky movement of a blurred silhouette.
His perfectly good jacket rests in the weather.
His perfectly good shoe rests.
No more miles to cover.
Peaceful and purposeless.
Do only I see the ghosts?
Do I like seeing the ghosts?
Maybe someone needs to see what others can’t.
Without me they wouldn’t exist.
Wouldn’t be honored.
Wouldn’t be remembered.

Wednesday, 11 November 2015

Toadstool



Toadstool, toadstool
So brown and so tall
awaiting oh so great
a fall.
When you must die
at the end of the day.
Where will your dwarf live
do tell me I pray?
*
He wonders the forest
till the next rain.
Then
and only then
do I come again.

Sunday, 8 November 2015

Middle Earth

Down in dungeons
deep and dark
Where dragons sleep
on quiet seas of gold
Secret doors to goblin's treasure
Old scrolls
for wizard's pleasure
Skeletons of warriors long deceased
Rusty swords and cold walls
Old
but sturdy
Village warriors
gone to challenge and died
Souls lost forever
in a labyrinth
of walls, ghouls
and treasure

Saturday, 7 November 2015

The Battle

The horrid forewind wails
as it ruffles trees and rattles windows.
Slamming doors in the house.
Black clouds tumble over the sky
as the sigh of the wind and trees increases.
White power slices across the sky as war arises.
Soft rain trickles and drips lightly
then crashes hard and heavy.
White flashes
more silver power.
Gods are at war in the evil veil of cloud.
Thunder sounds as their power streaks down
to mortal man as cracks in the wall
between our two worlds.
The clamor and hiss of their great horses
as they charge along their world's surface
in the sky.
Then the Gods take their clouds and deeds elsewhere
so as not to harm the innocent mortals below.

Friday, 6 November 2015

Untitled #1

Faeries in the forests
in the mystic night-time.
Whisper through the dark leaves.
Show you life's just a pantomime.

Tuesday, 3 November 2015

The Visit

Darkness large
Shadows fall
He visits
Standing tall
I cringe
Skin crawl
Darkness large
Shadows fall
*
He kissed my mind
with image clear
The one I lust
my sweetheart dear
"You can take her
Now, here."
He kissed my mind
with image clear
*
I love her
yet I lust
I want her flesh
yet I must
Keep my soul
keep her trust
*
I challenge my dark, mystic guest
"I see your suit -
now show me the rest."
He pauses.
"I am Prince of Fire -
to see me? You must jest!"
I pressed my cause.
He lifted the hood
with beauteous grace
and within
lay my own face.

Monday, 2 November 2015

Friday, 30 October 2015

Cobra

Quivering tongue
Reared up, hooded anger
Symbol of power, fear and sin
Horror!

Monday, 26 October 2015

Kentucky -Lymric-

There was an old man from Kentucky
who had a wife that was fussy.
She opened her mouth
He shipped her off south
and considered himself very lucky.

Saturday, 24 October 2015

Flash of Light

Another flash of lightning
as the thunder dies.
Vengeful seeking fingers
stroke across the skies.
*
There lies a child sleeping
dreams soothe her eyes.
Hope in tranquil breathing
more so in her sighs.
*
In every dream a life
a living seed to sow.
In every crash of lightning
He will only know.
For Susan: Her hopes, her dreams.
07/01/98

Friday, 23 October 2015

She whispers through my thoughts.

She whispers through my thoughts
the lover of my heart,
graceful and soft.
Her smile excites me like a child.
Safety and love are hers.
She holds me and I find comfort
in her warmth.
Her hair has a delicate aroma of sweetness.
Soft and fresh like the garden in the morning sun.
She wears the bruises of my heart
as I wear hears.
Those proud badges of honor.
I'd wear for her alone.