The voice comes like
liquid gold and honey
Trembling, she listens
He's speaking to her

She dials the number
over and over again
The buttons are worn
She knows them by heart

She pays the bill each month
Knowing it's going to be forever
She doesn't mind
It keeps him alive

"Hello Darlin'
I know it's you
I knew you'd come back
I really love you"

Beloved...
for: Steven

Ah, yes!
To the eye-the naked eye,
We appeared normal; he and I
Black nights and Raven tress
Ball gowns and tuxedos amiss
Gallant affairs upon the shore

Then back behind the door
He'd drag me; to my chambers
Underneath the wooden floor
Washing my face and hair
Looking me over with an eery stare
Until my flesh fell cold

through camera my dad looks young,
not nearly 70.
here, he is a boy
nervous to speak after missing
the promised time of dinner
blue jeans blue shirt blue baseball cap.
in partial time he is just a boy
eating sugar sandwiches and shooting pigeons.
until in real time
he reaches for the brown tissue in his pocket.
from this we’re 10 years later,
im 25, visiting where i left,
his 80 year old hands
stiff from pen
pull a worn tissue out of his softened jeans.
he smooths it out

Susan & Stan (Scribbler)

on a country dirt road
cutting into the autumn wood
they strolled hand-in-hand enjoying
Indian Summer whilst they could

in the dusk of the day
with the dark come creeping,
the last rays of sun
on the horizon seeping.

soon fades over the hill
a blend of colors weep
as the wind moves the weeds
past them into shadows deep.

this side of the wood, in a meadow
grass hoppers and crickets wake
every little bug and critter adds
to the symphony of sound they make

Sometimes you have to push the bully love aside,
out of the way, elbow and shoulder,
so necessity can see through what love fears most,
loss and the damage of absence.

To see what needs to be done
no matter love’s protests,
though they are not unheard

Love and necessity, formidable forces,
will eventually reunite
as confederates in purpose,
but gently and in time

In thy self is nature's gift
thou art the definition
of peace
I the troubled one
stealthily takes shelter
in thy tranquility
just a glance of thee i need
to make my worries vanish
thou art such a sight
to behold
your bright face
makes the vindictive
abyss in my heart fade
I could stare at thee
for eternity
if I don't get stricken by
the pang of reality.

One hand holds the sky
One hand holds the earth
Am in the middle of a quicksand
And a sea
I turn to the moon to share
My worries

I walk the steps of dreams
To fufill my predestined fate
Agony and guilt weigh me down
But the burning flames
Of dreams relinquish me

I walk the thorns of life
With the sword of determine
In my hand
A teardrop
That is me.

When I think of love
She comes to mind, blonde and blue
Sweetest, softest soul

Under fuchsia leaves
Conversation is quiet
People pass us by

Much to remember
Winter, summer, back again…
All of it is grand

Hidden behind the angels’ veneer
Runs a tortured mind deep inside
Curses, spells and evil deeds
Twist and swirl in a darkness redesigned

Masked beneath the angel’s smile
Seeps anger, poison and bile
Words sharpened to penetrate
Weighted to desecrate

She can’t hold it back
She can’t fight it anymore
Every word turns from the light into black