Everyone… This is a long awaited promise, I made to my departed, but never forgotten mother Ellen. I love you and I kept ‘the gift’ she wanted me, to share with the world. I hope it is watched and enjoyed.. Thank you, world for the opportunity, to fulfill a little girl’s “DREAM”.
The laughter silenced
at the grave
as his heart, became depraved.
The wickedness of his ways
were followed by a trail
of tears to be shed,
as they silently lie their head.
The terror in their dreams
carry sleepless nights of fright
as their loved ones
must have seen
in the hands
of the ‘unclean’.
Does the heart, capture the mind?
Or the mind, capture its heart?
Only, when it’s broken, apart.
Leaving it unprotected,
in the wake, of such a beautiful start.
Why, must it bleed; for common sense, to take lead?
And then, dauntingly avail itself, of another?
A crumbling road much traveled,
Revokes its promise,
within its many steps
“What to do; when the soul speaks
And no one wants to listen?!”
When the fountain, thirsts for knowledge
and the seers of certainty; close their eyes to weep.
When the mountains of emotions can’t hold back;
The secrets that they keep.
Escape to your surrender, rely upon the past,
chase the echoes of wisdom.
Reinvite their ghosts: Precursor of the path,
Breathe their words, within your soul.
And quiet the unrest.
Passion paints a silhouette of the “Unalone, alone mirrored self.”
She roamed, the thunderous streets
with an insipid heartbeat.
Masking the sound
of her own breathless trail.
Screams in the night;
searched for the freedom,
she’d felt, she’d found in his arms.
Whatever; deep within,
the shadows of her love.
The rain of blood
Prisoner of the indebted soul,
smoldering the moonlit glow.
If she could just silence the echoes,
in the night.
If she could capture a thought,
It would keep her from coming…
I am a mere oracle, gazing through the mist.
With the crystal ball, the characters do exist.
I observe; as they tittle and tattle, revealing their wicked intentions.
Shamelessly transfixed, a hubris filled delight.
‘For whom, shall meet their demise?’
Upon this villainous starry night, fraught with discontented unwitting souls?
A prophesy unfolds.
A plethora of emotions
Flutter before my eyes
As the murderer
Stood still, A faint glance
Brought on a winter chill
I forgot, to forget, to remember
How to walk or run
As he ran his finger up the blade
I staggered for a breath
The blood trickled down his hand
I heard the sound of laughter
Released into the air
I closed my eyes, terrified
As if he weren’t there
To my horror; In the vacant street I stared
I looked, I crumbled, astounded
There was no one there
If I looked back to yesterday.
In search for tomorrow.
Will I find asylum in the future or just a gentle sorrow ?
Time is ever fleeting, rain crying out for love.
The quiet whisper of promise fills the air abound.
And then takes the place of somber without ever making a sound.
If I care see the seasons running by the bay.
What will be tomorrow, but a kiss from yesterday.
Taste the lips of future hoping for the best, when yet at a glance, you will see life has proved its only a final test.
Scuff and breath forth the breath of remembrance.
Days played out by many.
Embrace the gentil comings, take only her choice of favor, and savage the beauty of her grace, to find your life’s chamber, is the magnificence of your fate..
Where is thine divine love?
In the bosom of another, I fear?
Dying embers, taunt mine thoughts
Frigid chill hath found,
A resting place
Darling drink, partake thine lips
Releasing unkind, the thought
Shalt I confront him
Exposing his dastardly deeds?
Or shalt I wither
In the cold nightly breeze?
The clocks tormenting ticks
Walk me through
The nights events
A somber tale
I shalt become
With the rising of the sun
Paves the path of a maiden,
Such as I
Bloody bath, bayonet in hand
Shalt my shadows
Take flight and run?
With the quaking of the door
Thou knowest, surely
Minest enemies besiege
Thine own wicked heart
Hath spun a twine
And released, such a tale as mine