I sat here before Back to the wall The walls spoke of sorrow and fear Now they warm my heart With sparking luminescence Firing bulbs of elegance that Soothe the soul entranced
Life has come back In glorious delight Every meaning powerful Positively overflowing Throwing sixes at every turn Resplendent in striding strut Cock-a-snook to cartwheel turns
Calm becalms with silvery flakes Light to the touch Drifting through a damaged body Bringing sleep so joyous Rapture walking Breathing deeply fresh hope Grinning ear to ear Only the clouds to wake me now.
All meaning has changed And with it world rearranged Arrows dart skyward awaking To brightness around Push on and breathe again Embrace me old friend.
It is autumn grapes are bleeding. The orange color seeps into your eyes. Will you shut the green lids? You, start reading backward. Atavistic instinct to dig up the severed hands? Your house, died in the flower bed. Seeds were
It was inheritance of age before the mirrors for the language of windows. The high rise buildings always cast a pall of gloom.earth seems to slide and I cannot reach the sky. I want to say what I did not
Same dream, different night a sense of De Ja Vu takes me back to another life… my heart beats fast like angel wings, as you come in out of the shadows I begin to remember everything… Irish green eyes radiating
Why deceptive retrieve in a wheelchair for the fallen? Was it not a sheer wrong message of a space anxiety? The aboriginal name was dead in a traffic. What a choice to breathe its last in a city of buried
I forgot, was it me in a body pile draped in dust, still hot, bruised, burnt, a mad megalomaniac starting a civil war, creating suicide bombers, young virgins inhaling death? This journey under the guns, displacing hapless thousands, will reach