I Cry

They don't hear me.
The words pour from my heart.
With a knife they slice them apart.

It's not true--it's not you!

Inside I bleed.
They salve and pet their pride for they
determine what stands and what is right.

They trample the man in ordinary life.
They praise each other.

While mortals bleed and die on life's byways.

The Great Wide Asleep

Nestled in the great wide asleep
   golden in the cusp
A spiral of songs drifted to me
   and in their rivers I belong
Translucent the mood
   nothing is veiled
With eye's clear focus
The gentle rustle of slumber's soft timbrel
   fell upon the floor like padded slippers
Translucent the mood
   perplexity turned to whisper and thus was subdued
There is no end to trace beginning's rupture
No path for which to aspire
   like a sunken tome
   time's forever lost in the chasm of the asleep
Petal to metal, concentration does not break
Wrapped, entranced
   the slumber enthralls and beckons
   the awaken to fall once more

Comfort

Comfort I pray this tender heart

where love beats

but its walls are fragile thin

spare not kind words

that could breach the deeping

wound gouged within

Lavish with forgetfulness the missteps

For the love that beats these tender walls

seep like tears that quickly

disappears

Moments

I look prettier.  My lips rosier.

‘Tis the touch of love upon the skin.

The dew of affection reflected from the eyes.

My glow is revived.

Topsy

I wait upon a breath

for wings to lapse overtime

conventions, convictions

life foundations

I wear them & chisel them

What happens when the world

your world turns upside down

What trust can you place

in topsy-turvy space

Implications too heavy

to deny I composed a 

draft in my consciousness

and drift to midnight realms

Your words emblazoned

a torch that scarred the wood

I understood

for to be kind and to love

prevails the blackest of veils

Dare I Dream

Dare I dream the dream I cannot tell?

What once was closeness is distilled and

I can’t tell if you can hear.

Dare I speak the dreams I live?

Through garbled sounds silence emerge;

I dare not trust my voice to words.

Refuse to Dance

Soft and weeping is the mourner’s

symphony a dirge of black

costumery soulless and hallow

I don my glass mask

Should you not dance?  I fear your

happiness that you do not dance.

Heavy sighs do I bear

sorrow of your soul lessened by the

sad fate that you participate.

Should I oblige you by my happy?

Do I breathe my existence for your

ease?  Am I but to serve your

conscience and neglect my own?

I fear you astray.  Beware the

darken mis-steps of your path.

Come back, I pray.  It is never too

late.  Misgivings perchance happen;

save your fate.

I dance not you say.  I sing not nor

do I laugh with abandon of one

enveloped in ignorance.  That bliss

is no longer afforded me.  Mine 

eyes have seen what yours have not.

Do not misread my solemnity for an 

ineptitude to gaiety.  You see me

not, neither do you know me.  For 

had you but a grasp of life’s journey

you would withhold your tongue

and offered your hand.