old,
which is gold
never mind still I will appear
as yesterday there would have been a tear
when I fell almost to finality
ere fatality
my deafness and the road least taken
were at fault,
as I took the tunnel of darkness
to avoid wrath
there was then the calamity
I wanted you to know
wow, fell flat in the darkness
no one knows,
yet in pain with broken arms
a shattered shin
and a twisted knee
all the pain got better of me,
as fatality
relatives all turned docs to salvage

The last golden leaves of autumn
sit quivering atop the tree
all having left the limbs on bottom
left them nude for all to see

Indeed it seems that this strip tease
of fall is coming near its end
as tatters drift down on chill breeze
each tapping limbs in northern wind

They garb the ground in garish paint
at least until they fade to dun
beneath the light now growing faint
as shadows stretch from setting sun

ripped into existence,
a near year coma complete
warned by vaginal resistance
we appear here without teeth.

without warm fur or claws
without agility or strength
critiqued for physical flaws
including genital length

will it – be a healthy slut?
will it – be ugly and alone?
will it – make more of us?
will it – obey what its shown?

“responsible for” is not love.
a species wide delusion.
how selfish demanding they rise above
your life’s meager prostitution.

The night was clear, the stars shone fierce,
and starlight through the foliage pierced.
The fields were open, vacant glades
of stagnant air and bending blades.
The rivers quiet, waters still 5
beside the foot of aging hill.
The banners limp in standing air
and towers gleaming proud and fair.
The clouds were gone, the sky was clear,
yet closer crept a shadow drear. 10
With each rank breath it slithered on,
toward the banks of Lilion.
It slithered on with each rank breath:
the malevolent face of death.

Words expressing emotions’
Thoughts put into writing,
Feelings expressed in poetry,
My soul felt on paper.
I’ll write you a love letter

A message delivered in ink,
My heart felt in text,
Securely sealed in an envelope
I’ll write you a love letter

As I reminisce on the moments,
And my heart yearns for your presence,
I won’t forget my promise,
You’re a precious angel of kindness, so
I’ll write you a love letter

at the end
the void
without form
empty

the nothing
from which everything came

what is nothing?
It is a conundrum for
the moment I think about it
it becomes something

and
I may escape
the pulse of my heartbeat
but I cannot
flee thought
.

effigy
terse longing
we have strung out our bows
swiftly

the cool iris intimate
the fletching ready
steady on the knee
like a proposal

I hear the tenderness
of your ghost

it makes me cry

release and
realize

that love is meant to die

Drawn into a darkness of peace
An overwhelming sense of caution
There is in the mind much despair
But the heart is searching for healing

Not knowing where it comes from
This demon inside is drowning hope
While taking away the breath of joy
Feeling smothered in a pit of gloom

How does one overcome the unknown
The shadow of darkness as a friend
That has created chaos, a gift with a smile
Sinking deeper than comes escape

REAL PUPPETS DON’T CRY

Each day I see
another part of me
fall away
and I wonder
what I will become
tomorrow

but then there are
those sudden occurrences.
I’m thrown off my feet
no warning.
no mercy
and nothing is ever
the same again.

They tell me
it’s all in the “journey”.
not a thing
I can do.
no place to hide.
no one to pray to
I’m just a puppet
on a string
waiting
to
fall…

I'm a figment of a
nations
imagination
yet i'm woman
still
and strong

I embody all Queenly
graces
yet
naturally act like
Jill or John

What was the mad
Welsh Monks
idea to make me
like a pedestal?

Just so I could
fall from ancient
grace
have punishment
pushed in my face

'The Great Arturus'!
my Romano-Brit
Romeo-
I toy with you
you know I do