Sitting here hell-bound to write
a free verse poem late at night
free enough to hold some rhyme
and not be thought to be a.......sin

So I put my pen to pad
to convey a woodland walk
through spring woods of new light green
as though conversing with a friend
unrhymed as a soaring hawk

Sister Sarah said, her siblings are green
Steeped in the blues they fall headlong
When dealing with a willing opposite
Undefined emotions embedded in senses
Presumed love befall a smiling snare
Like a bubby traps set at rabbit holes

She prayed never to be caught there in
Declared fervidly, ‘Na love I go chop’
Her love has eyes on a thinking cranium
To see the masked on these preying people
A community that takes and thwacks hard
Like banana peels to stomach and bin

As I lie here,
In this long forgotten place,
I realize I must look queer,
With this smile upon my face,
My blood has soaked the ground,
My rivers course run out,
But in this hour I have found,
Not one reason to sit and pout,
For all of those who came before,
And all of those to follow,
Destined are we now to soar,
To our families greater sorrow,
We’ve died on the shores of Tripoli,
And one day maybe mars,
We’ve died so you could say you’re free,
In each and every conflict of ours,

Heed to the call of the rough winds,
Wild child
- Untamed soul.
The voice of the wolves of the steppes
Howling from the mountains beyond,
beckon to you.

Be mired not in the madness
of the humans broken world.
Neither loan to it a magical wand
Nor a simple helpful hand;
They’re both needless like desert sands.

Just harken to the horizon’s thundery
And follow after the lightening’s path
away from this void
before the human madness laugh
all to the crimson glory of death

NARCISSE

In cool waters calm and clear
I seek the reflection
that is truly me.
and deeper I delve
into my mind so still
I drink the visions
of my other self
my soul
my ecstasy

Betryal

Bending meanings you are
Ever the artist
Trying within your mind
Rationalizing and twisting every nuance
As you go after your desire, disregarding
Your loyalty and devotion
Always seeing to your own needs first
Love is eaten by the lion of your lust

There once
was a gunfighter

He was
known throughout
the land

People knew
of his
exploits
far and wide

Now he is
standing
stock still

His eyes
on his challenger

Hands at
his sides
ready to grab
his six shooter
in a split second

Hands pulsating
waiting to feel
the grips
of his guns

Sweat coming off
his brow

His long coat
fluttering
in the wind

And waiting for
the clock tower
to chime
high noon

Waiting for my love
To come back from the sea
Then I saw the flight of the dove
I wish that my love was with me
But on that fateful night
I knew he isn't here
I have seen the bright light
The night is clear
Crying all night long
I knew he was gone

shrive against the soul borne
peste
the sleek winds keening
in tombs the dead are waking
a red masque is waiting
soft underlings demand
their STAE

the dark eye seeks
for echo weeps
the fires of lividity lick
embers to the stars
and the dark ones
shall stretch from
their keep

The winter season, kept all of us waiting for snow,
the temperature was right for it, well below zero.
the chill factor of the wind kept me warm indoors
in my comfortable home with all of its three floors.

As the temperature fell we waited day after day
for the snow to fall which we hoped was on its way.
we hoped the rain would come at any day
as we were ready to see the clouds roll away.