Poem 10

My father’s last day was nothing like all the days that came before it. The ones where he held my hand, scolded me, patiently helped me through my math homework, disappeared into the cellar to whistle while he built a shelf and escaped from his…

VIII. Beyond What We Perceive

  I make no apologies. I see ghosts; I have felt their breath upon me, their fingers through my hair. I have flown past The farthest stars Carried in the arms Of Angels And I know there Is no such thing as Death. So, it’s…

Death and I Have Been Scandalously Intimate For Some Time Now

Slightest flirtation was sordid beginning Pubescent tears welled into self-infliction In order to appease the voice of my affliction Then Death courted me into bed Disguised as solace, relief Like all lovers past, He is a lying bastard Telling secrets, revealing bits I prefer to…

Memory Of An Inspiration

  I cannot say I knew this man… For I met him only once. Of course, he touched my heart; By the roles he portrayed. His death was a shock. . . To his fans, such as I. And more to those close; Where he…

Mother #1

  The prayers are sound, everyone whispers the word of god. Whispers fade short stares take the place, Gasping for air, no one dares to take her breath Silence is sound and all around eyes witnessed Eyes glistened, Still. Daughters and daughters and daughters with…

words

Why do we call it warfare when war is anything but fair? Why do we call it a funeral when it’s anything but fun? Why do we get to ask these questions? – Because words.

Inevitable

Inevitable Like the Montague’s and the Capulet’s A forbidden love is what has risen. Pointed fingers take turns At reciting the laws that were given. To sneak away for the night is a risk taken Our love could never be mistaken A battle between worlds…

Before Darkness (hour 3)

I am feeling morbid, somewhat Lost in my own thoughts, but Connected to the world, through An umbilical cord in my brain of Sound and vision.   I can hear the AC turn off and on, however I don’t feel the air, my body is…

Valhalla Screams

Coveted silence, coveted night, revelations flood like streams of light.  When purpose ceases, when vision fails, when love is gone,  I can hear every banshee’s wail.  I see the wooden plots cresting on the water’s gentle waves.  Archers with their flaming bows, aiming towards the floating…

Sacrifice

Sacrifice Virginia Carraway Stark Down they pushed him His head under the soil And under the wheels Of the combine harvester Blood for the crops His young face Once full of smiles and his young body With his knocked knees And a scrape that He…