slouching hard
back row foolin'
tiltin' the rockin' edge

a clock head
set to scoot
the droning monotone
alone
and the misery in silent
thirty squirms

thirsting for fun

only

ok

down along the motorcar
the fender is wretched
petrol bright is strolling
the glass like innocent
eyes scattered
greasy with rain

flame emollient growing
with interest

Through the pallid slender
trees the river churns steadfast
and slow

sluggish taste of blood upon
the swollen lip
and a jaunty burning in the
right hip

stand like twins
the shadows stretching
the wind receiving
dark reception

oval eyed and wide
as the night

life's twists
all life through
struggle is nothing new
we have our own share..

some are born with golden spoons
many on blades of grass
quite a few when the moon is shy
and about to die …

while few in the glory of sun bask
we pretend we wear
an invisible mask,
to hide our shattered bones within us

most see the darkness of life,
others only enjoy spice
they are the optimists of the day

I used to have much better sight
take that fly two blocks away
lit on a house painted off-white
can't tell if eyes are green or gray

My hearing ain't what it once was
I still hear that train in the next town
not hearing passengers gives pause
leading to my worried frown

And old legs are almost worn out
just dragging two deer from the woods
that last mile almost makes me shout
late at night this makes me brood

What do you want of me ?
You that seem to be of endless chatter
Of words that I should use
Where do I go after a think,
What do you want me to say?
The pit of used words
Is a desolate place
Without a song
To string them together
Let’s just have a go
The spring is due tomorrow,
When I shall sing as the lark
then smile some sunshine on your dull world.

CALLIOPE’S SONG

Rubies and sapphires
emeralds and gold
words like diamonds
colors
dancing in the sun
visions that shatter
images that stun.

But rhinestones and sequens shine
just as bright
and angels and demons
beat the same drum
to a Music heard by none..

aspirations
burn like a flame
You want serious cred
but your hearts full
of blame

Im a cat on the edge
V-for Verve in my name
you come back with
your claws
cause you style a
game

morning glory
head hunter
fishing stories
wanna bore me

(but I wait all day
for your voice
un resined baby
Im your bow on
a fresh mint string
so draw
me
in
and make this
hurt sing!!!!!)

VII
Beyond the circle of the sky
above the crown of mountain high,
beyond the myriad, sailing lights
in Felabrine's celestial height,
a distant arc, there glowing faint            5
binds Moriver in its restraint.
It's name is sung in many songs
and hymns are raised that it may long
endure the blight upon its side
where dark, consumming creatures hide        10
on Moriver's bejewelled rim.
There in the east, there, fell and grim
where evil first took root upon,
remains the touch of Ubelon.

In distant parts, in days of old,
when trees were tall, and mountains cold,
when young was fire in the sky
above the northern mountains high,
beneath the cruel, eating ice        5
was delved a home for Aladice.
The ubeline, the mighty race
descendent from their fallen grace
crept into Avra's northern parts
by tricks of slight and uncouth arts.        10
And there, defeating mighty lords
in armour clad, with cruel swords,
there dug the deepest, vastest hold
beneath the roots of mountain fold.

sometimes we speak senselessly...

simply excellent thought
that passed my mind yesterday,
my breath held its sway,
I blurted all my hearts disparaging way
but then it was too late …
the words got registered straight pathway

there was no way to erase them,
so no tears to wash
but this I could perhaps sadly say
the night passed in a miserable way,
but it passed
I'm glad smoothly that day

last night twas
the night
that was...