Category: Poetry

Behind Vacant Eyes

“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.”  ― Charles Bukowski To the outer world she is gone- Bat-shit crazy, delusional, lostDefeated, lonesome, aloneHer heart… Continue Reading “Behind Vacant Eyes”

Down By The Perkiomen

“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup… Continue Reading “Down By The Perkiomen”

Longing

“Hark, now hear the sailors cry,  Smell the sea, and feel the sky, Let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic. Into the Mystic” ― Van Morrison, Lit Up Inside: Selected Lyrics I long to be next to the seaas autumn breeze whispers through treesand shadows dance… Continue Reading “Longing”

The Brine of Summertime

Life is a thump ripe melon, so sweet and such a mess.- Greg Brown There’s nothing sweeter than tuscan cantaloupe in late summer’s bloom while a fiery setting sun illuminates a retreating turquoise sky We sip on bold red wine, tasting fruit burstingwith sticky juices, blending… Continue Reading “The Brine of Summertime”

In Dappled Daylight

“savor with me the lushness of a lingering sleep… and last night’s dream.”  ― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence In dappled daylight~where fallen leavesmingle with velvet moss Here, time is soft~lingering in radiant warmthof a gilded setting sun Heartbeat in harmony~with every inhalehealing cleansing breaths This restless… Continue Reading “In Dappled Daylight”

Frigid Twilight

In weathered sheaves of light before gnarled hands can rest silver strands flow through as painful memories come to mind With each tarnished grey knot spiteful deeds and dead lovers cryremorseful tears roll down a lined facefrozen in songs of frigid twilight  Pale ghosts of the past haunt… Continue Reading “Frigid Twilight”

Murder of Crows

They share dark dreams and visceral prose While above a murder of screeching crows Binds their souls to scorching sin town Driving a rusty winged cadillacAs they slip out the back JackWhen they can’t pay the rent On their one room dirt shack That looks down from the… Continue Reading “Murder of Crows”

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