You’ve said your piece and I don’t agree
Your facts are wrong but you won’t care
Looking at me with that sinister stare

I’ve listened to your lies so let me speak
I’ve the answers you don’t want to hear
Seen this before, I await your false tear

Sit down
Shut up
And close that fucking mouth

Sit down
Shut up
And close your fucking mouth

My truth has been told and you don’t care
My facts are right and you won’t agree
It’s in front of your eyes but you refuse to see

A luminous glow
lights up the night
bedazzled I swoon
this midnight delight

ghosts of the timber
are grey in the dark
until the silence splits
with a victimized bark

shadows duck shade
and dance on thin air,
malcontents shudder
as feet jag a snare

beautiful cannot
describe what I see,
a garden of Eden
has been set free

the light coming down
our tide- orb above,
cast all in magic
its night-time I love

His grey eyes barely visible
in between green blades of grass

though crouched he stood
in readihood

his hunting skills first class.

~

The breeze was in his favor
plus, he was hidden in tall reed

an awkward stance
will eat circumstance

so his best is what he'll need

~

A polished element of surprise
and rehearsed moves he knows so well

he's honed each skill
with intent to kill

quietly longing for death's smell

~

Between a breath of pain
balanced on the edge of reason,
I raise my pen

~~~

I watch as hope
seeps from your eyes

knowing this,

nothing was too much
or to heavy to bare,
as waves of my suffering
overtake your sanity

know this !

your love saves me
as ripples of mortality
threaten to overtake me,
your strength lifts me
to play among the stars,
ever riding the stardust home.

knowing this

nothing is forever
except this love we share

~~~

Upon a barren shore he sits
Longing to be free
From there he sees little bits
Transparent to you and me

A lonely howl of frustration
Is all he has to give
Why, in all of "tarnation"
Won't they let him live?

Time and space mean everything
Never get close enough
Not as close as spaghetti-string
Goshdog, It sure is rough!

There is a land, a paradise of love
He smells it, and howls long notes
If there are Goshdogs up above
He'd have her silken little coat

It matters not, how many times
a blatant falsehood is repeated
you can even tell it 'til your face turns blue;

it can never bring real comfort
in the long run, to any heart
because, of course; it never, ever will ring true.

On a cold day in october
'twas a truth I had to learn,
one so very stark, in it's own reality;

I couldn't help but let it "fester"
hurting the heart that is my own,
'twas relentless, and just wouldn't let me be.

wandering through town
washed clean by the last deluge
sparkling black shimmered
and I found peace under a rock
in rows of corn

I drank water and broke bread
as two hundred miles
separate two half hearts
ever aching and reaching
for your touch

I miss you
as I'll love you
forever

their days start with good intent
sparkly with spit to shine
bouncing out, the hours pass away
as does all decorum

blood soaked steps shimmer
whispering meekly, and pleading
to return to the beginning
but this nightmare has no end

our young go out into the world
landing so inebriated and lost
they could be seen as spastic
as another brain cell dies

a family somewhere mourns
devastation ripples our communities
our young continue to die
and some just sit and watch

I'm actually not too sure
whether she was an, "old soul",
or I was an immature one.

The complete, bottom line was,
that we were both, "ageless"
while we were, together.

I was exactly twenty years, her senior,
but, that didn't really seem to matter.
We were merely, "happy" we were together.

There was this one thing, though
and, I didn't really ever factor it in;
but, whether or not...we always got along didn't matter;

Melancholy are my mood swings
concerning events from my past,

I've been thinking about past scenes
and things I thought wouldn't last.

Everything still stays with me
and, regrets do have their place;

but, I never thought I'd see
them laughing right in my face!

So, I keep on rocking
in this old chair of mine,

remembering all that has happened
sipping on life's sweet-berry wine.

I don't recall having much of a choice
with all these things I regret,