A Sin To Begin Tragic At The End

Mum's this mythic muse inaudible harmonics in articulated interpretations When wisdom concedes dubious foul-mouthed fracas before confusing speculations   Feeling the wear and tear time scrapes and scolds weathered skin breaks in the cold The surreal symphony of syllable never said at death a life in review never once had I said I love you. …Read more A Sin To Begin Tragic At The End

Love Denied Scorned By Pride

Lay still my rejected heart silences! no peace bitter no sweet cold wet mist beneath my feet. I brewed at the allure of you in my allusions giggling in gist providing confusion with a twist. Your reckless rumblings were rubbish from the start your scent, smooth silky skin torments in the dark. I still see the…Read more Love Denied Scorned By Pride

A Hunk Of Stone, Heart Unknown

There she stood in a faded gray marble stone in amplified silence, she could tell you no wrong. Her slender shoulders should carry no weight the flow of her hair made you willing to wait. She cried out are you willing to embrace me harmony in her eloquence began to shake me. Her tender arms…Read more A Hunk Of Stone, Heart Unknown

Love, Hold When The Cold Winds Blow

My silent screams for your kiss that’s upon the winds, my abandon dream, a team of two hearts with one seam. My Tears lay bear the fallow land that needs to be sown, the fruits of love bear the seeds that need to be grown. Lay still the cold chill that comes to steal from lovers…Read more Love, Hold When The Cold Winds Blow

I’m Along My Mother Is Gone

This shroud of death distinguishing yesterdays light a moment mourns memories, my woe in that imagery. The rituals in this vigil, numb my vows before this foe a keepsake your tenderness glows as the winds blow. Gathering griefs gratitude at the grave site, before tonight sorrows solemn sadness recounting the blight that's insight. Heed the…Read more I’m Along My Mother Is Gone