Ashamed to say who or when or why Only what was done was wrong and I live under the clouds of it Buried Suffocating Living the lie

Faraway tongues tell shivers of filthy rains that come in cumbrous clouds Thundering run into tomorrow Fear in homespun awe

Prison is a paper lady her story inky parchment Permanently marked w/ life’s dun Sepia walking, haunting Ghosts calling her soul

What if you could have eternal life at the cost of another? He took eternal life Whole universes died unborn Told, “Give back” He replied “No, for I would live…

He’s left to rags like Cophetua’s beggar maid cast off for kings One washed up relic His whisper lost A teardrop in the rain

Sea in my teacup brimming with might Fear froths as milky fright Stirred by moonbeams bumps in the night Pounding roar of emotion

Horses trample my dreams Galloping ghosts of naysayers Left fragile by these nightmares I hold steadfast My hope for strength

For the moment I am all tree waiting for the sky to dress me in colors of the sun I hold my moon in final embrace he slips away

We happened He swallowed the night choking on stars Purged out earth hungover the moon Not fully done God really began creating

Mists of muffled melody thwumping the blues from a backwater bayou four beat four yearnings alone and haunting Miasmal

i need inspiration to induce my poems my brain gets like, wet sand clogging seashells no ocean’s roar nor anything to evoke my words i spent them all perhaps unwisely…

Simply cannot stay away. You’re within me now, my everyday connection. But I sense the fragility, the tenuous thread and dread it breaking.

A twirl is a rose in the hand of a lover Entwined into imagination A lacy twist of confetti and rain

My night’s embrace to dance with shadows & bed the ghostly groom A gossamer bride searching for substance Adrift alone await Life’s raft