skyfall

rain spilling so slowly without any sound

clouds lofting by,as descriptions are found

character’s toppling  one at a time

names being similar to  nursery rhymes

rays spraying the scenery , they pick up our day

Her essence

For poetry challenge 2

With all her essence

she enters the room

fragrance’s amplify

like fresh roses in bloom

chants were all fluid

soothing to my ear

thoughts of her in past

always brings a tear

The Key

confusing it gets as the further I go

the more that I think the lesser I show

the balance I seek seems still out of reach

a contradiction to me in the beliefs  that they teach

The genuine person

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sleep walking

shallow nights

My nights are shallow , need to make that leap

I fight all night , but still can’t sleep

Next thing I know my mind is screaming

morning air

morning air

is what I need

this restless life

I want to bleed

mind is stuck

to past events

when all I have

is good intents

beliefs are mine

I need sometimes to kneel and talk

beliefs are mine and not to balk

thankful for the light of day

even when the sky is gray

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this life of ours is new to the touch

separation is a pain, felt way to much

the night that comes and goes

filling our hearts with necessary woes

we stay ever strong ,

hold our sacred ground

night desends

Extended Play (Gin Wigmore EP) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I hope all had a great week , I hate to harp on this …….but 8 months drug free, 7 cigarette free……and yes before you ask…..IT IS A BIG DEAL…LOL

The man in the window …

It’s no secret , while I’m going through rehab and recovery I’m staying at my mom and dads . Growing up here was rather unsettling at times , and grand at others . An old story my dad would tell us was “Peg leg Wilson ” a made up tail about an old guy with a wooden leg . I wont lie , it scare the crap out of me and I think the other kids as well . We grew up in an old two-story house with plenty of noises on its own , without the manufacture of them . My younger brother and I shared a bedroom , it was the biggest bedroom in the house . It had a small closet in one of the corners that I was always scared of . When the lights went off the noises always began .

No choice

the sun shines high , the day is blue

labyrinths of life , filling days too

second dimension is calling our name

waste of this world , are we to blame

sitting with ease , we talk to appease

in these long lies , we start to believe

all that is said , just noise of voice

when this long days done, still no choice

The glass onion

Over the years it has come about

Layers of feelings , passed over with doubt

Year after year the layers are built

Some not as thick , but never they wilt

I try to look out at the life that I lost

skeletons in closets

fading reflections , translucent dreaming

reality stricken days continue scheming

seeing future images , always out of reach

years after..

days go by faster and faster

looking up ,  I see years after

all time disappears , I keep looking back

no longer young , my memories unpack

conviction Haiku..

dreaming from my past

mind screaming til break of dawn

wake from conviction…

no recalls

feelings don’t matter , doors close again

hurting blindly by the light of a broken flashlight

all that love gone , life ending in this strain

motions of rest

fans are blowing , tv’s glowing

hands sweating the day out .

ears ringing , window shade swinging

head is full of doubt .

Astounding Assemblage

Astounding Science Fiction, October 1953 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It was so smooth to the touch
built with talent , patience and such
a family prize , passed down with pride
it was sleek , fast , a dream ride
astounding assemblage indeed
had every thing our baby needs
this carriage was a century old
smoothly down streets it rolled
the time will come sooner or later
I wait for the day we pass it to daughter.

This poem was written for a challenge , Anne has a challenge going every week . Please stop by and play along , you may find this poetry challenge here 

The Storm

the storm was one that didn’t compare

renewal of life , it  was everywhere

the flowers are standing so very tall

just like a play , a repeated  curtain call

the air being fresh , smelling so sweet

grass turning green , our eyes it does greet

everything washed , looking so new

an early spring morning , covered with dew

we walk hand in hand , listening to sounds

this love is renewed , we also have found

Homesick …haiku

looking for my peace

previous home already gone

day by day homesick

Sundays view from a window

I sit here staring at this blank screen

I turn to my window ,  nature’s sea’s of green

The grass freshly cut , odor real strong

bird’s in there nests ,  all singing ,

The house that I see , I sit and I stare

the roof that’s so old , its showing it’s wear

Clive the cat walking , looking so proud

he yawls at my mom , lord he’s so loud

The Genuine Person

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my dreams…weekly challenge

My nights are shallow , need to make that leap

I fight all night , but still can’t sleep

Next thing I know my mind is screaming

Feels so real , but I think I’m dreaming

camping Haiku

autumn is the best

sleeping under the bright stars

camping is my love

unplugged….

Thoughts of you haunt my dreams

full-fledged sorrow , to fading extremes

want our lives to be more than most

now our togetherness is only a ghost

time goes on , falling deeper in mind