Bedroom Constellations

Loose a bright and strong ray of sunlight,
Wrap it twice, nice and tight around my neck,
And string me up to hang from the plastic stars
That glow in the dark above your bed each night.

I promise not to make a sound as I wiggle around

Reminiscence

Reminiscence,
Drug of old age.
Shackled to
Ghosts of the past,

May Your Suffering

May your suffering grant you even more hope
May your suffering prove to be your lifesaving rope
May your suffering help you unlock your deepest passion
May your suffering fill you with the sincerest type of compassion

Advertisement

Place of “No Mores”

 

When I think of all the times of sorrow

No more will they be in all my tomorrows.

For in heaven there will be praise and joy

No one to devastate and destroy.

When I think of all the days wrenched with pain

No more will joy from each day be drained.

When I think of all the heartbroken tears I’ve cried,

To Paris, With Love

~ Dear Heart ~ To Paris, With Love

Night falls on the City of Lights –

The navel of the world,

Somber are the streets

Void of jovial activity

A eerie sense of loss, palpable-

Even the buildings seem to weep

For the pain, and anguish endured
Defiant til the end

The national anthem wafts

High above the barbaric

~ Silence ( A Personification )

 

I am the voice
silenced by war
by drive by shootings
by evil intent
the innocent
a child, mer babe
my life taken
robbed of my future
by bombs crashing
devastation, distraction in their wake
by turbulent gangs
their shoots scattering helter skelter
by the driver out of control
road rage in a pistol
by the parent who was to love me
bagged, left to rot in a suitcase, a lake

The Bully

There is no need

For your snide remarks

And shaming retorts

I already feel

Like a pathetic loser

There is hardly any

self-esteem

Left in me

To disagree or fight you

I rather agree with you.

The Storm

The seas rise in rage

Separating the living and the dead

Dreams are shredded

Hopes have been shattered

It’s hard to disengage

The tides rise and fall

As darkness veils and lies

Fury swallow whole

Humanity’s battered soul

Still, the ocean denies

The Price of Silence

I promise

I will keep quiet

No one will ever hear

About the cobwebs and lies 

All the closets

Will be nailed shut

No skeletons in sight

Coming New Year

Let the coming New Year
Be with one reason
To listen to someone’s tear
And bring a fresh season

A season of moments
To value each other
Feel the crack and dents
To hear someone’s bother

Hanging On To Life

Thoughtful by emejota

Have you ever pondered the question
Why a terminal patient hangs on so long
Is it ingrained in us to cling so hard to life
Is our wanting suffering to end so wrong.

le tour – haiku

pull ever upward
against wind, through fire, through pain
dropped at last ascent

Succubae

They walk among us undetected
They feed upon our vitality
Suffering from the soul infected
They will drain you of positive energy
Unable to distinguish right from wrong
They prey on our dreams with false promise
Kept on the back burner, they will string you along
Until you are hollow, empty and dry like dust
They will feed you a steady diet of alibies
Such skilled and artful liars