The Whispering Pain

A love victimized by the fury of

The darkness splits it into broken

Hearts and takes victor as it

Releases its venom at them,

Their minds turn into stone as they

Resist the pain that lays

Beneath their shattered realm

They once cherished.

Tears

Eyes drenched in its sadness

Bare this strain of madness,

Before and after this darkness,

The tears of terror and shadiness

Fall to relinquish these cries of sulkiness,

These tears are my weakness…

The drain of strength

Is a gain to death,

Again I rest this sorrow's truth

In the lantern's path,

Eyes see only a wrath

Of an unholy faith,

A union of fear and an oath,

To moan when life bequeaths

Souls of the broken seethe,

Their unsoiled taste...

Like dew it all wastes

Away from eyes so fast

All grief flows in haste

Through them reality becomes fate

That one must not hate

Tears to quench this wait

Tears to break a quest to feast

Eyes drowned in its fall

Like the rain it calls

A name known to all

In the earth it stalls

All happiness as silence befalls.

Endless Hope

If I should take my life

Through this great strife,

I’ll pray for my wife

That God should keep her safe.

If I should die in my sleep

I hope you won’t weep,

Let your emotions sweep

Through like a fall into the deep

Where I lay in my mortal sleep.

If the moon doesn’t shine,

Don’t worry for you are still mine,

Together we taste like sweet wine

Whenever we dine

In this fine night’s divine vine.

If last night’s kiss was the last,

Know that in me the lust

We share will always come first,

I’ll be that knight who clinches his fist

When they come to scrap your heart’s crust,

Then we’ll feast.

If the sun is out and I’m not home

Be strong, tomorrow I’ll come

Like the rain to tame this mortal storm,

But tomorrow can only be told by time

So I ask you to melt this rime.

If my heart stops beating tonight

Teach me how to fight

And make me right.

Bring to me your light,

I ask for you to hold me tight.

A Wheatear's Safari To Serenity

Hear the cry of a wheatear…

Can you see her tears

Stream down to a lake of nowhere?

In the sky she flies

From a life in pieces she thought

Would never be

An end to this struggle

Is all she’ll ever wish for.

She seeks a heaven

Where time is endless

And every blissful moment relentless

Where sorrow is negated by a

Split second’s delight

Of an earthly harmony.

Far beyond the specter

Of her mind, she flies

Leaving behind a daystar

Of a broken hope.

Her fiercely flaming wings

Burn beneath a feud -- 

Between body and soul

A feeling of heavenly bliss

Is all that time can offer.

Drizzles In Sunshine

Golden syrup from the

Heavens trickle yet again.

Like tears they plummet

Soaking earth with life,

A tender aroma of sand

Arises to kiss

Summer a long goodbye.

A green scenery is born on the

Hands of the russet woods,

Pierced with yellow sunbeams

They spring up like ant hills

Ready to store a month’s harvest.

Shaky leaves sing the praises

Of joy as the down pour rests its

Tears on their arid sheath.

Are they the tears of

A joyful angel?

They fall with a soothing

Gentle feel…

Touching the olive leaves

And everything within

Its fine reach.

Are We Free?

The birth of a baby is its freedom

From the confinement of its mother’s womb

And perhaps the limitations of its solitude

And dependence of life on its mother

To speak their tongue

Talk to their god

and live their way…

Is this freedom?

Are we free

When we dream

And hope to be

The wishes of the spirits?

Now and forever we’ll be

Free only when we believe

In life’s own essence:

An illusion of make believe

Which deceives he who believes

That beauty is a façade of lies

And freedom is not a state of mind.

Like sheep we’ll be

Silent with only tears to

Show our lynch’s cry

For a freedom’s rupture

Beyond the world known to man

Where a reality is concealed

And death is a freedom

From the world’s agony.

Is this why sheep doesn’t cry

Before slaughter?

Passion Flames

Flares of my inner desires

Rise to the depth of this mire

Of sensations within my soul’s Yearning

For a deeper reach or perhaps a touch

To seal this heart with passion.

A deep passion scent

Is the air that the angel sent

Its tastes find a succulent

Vigor of this soul food

I cannot deny this…

This feeling of human completion:

Its blissful nature massages my soul’s

Desire to have you and you only.

To be in touch this epiphany

To seek not that which is found

To hope for a higher essence of life

To be safe in this shelf of lust

Is more than I can ask for.

A climb to the peak

Of this untold reach

Is not what they preach

When I lose me in my rich

Before I rest I beseech

To touch your heart of peach.

Sunday Picnic (Tanka)

A Sunday morning's bliss

Brings us to a fine picnic,

Scrumptious food you make

Every taste as fine as you,

Beneath the sun we must kiss.

Is It Enough?

To heal my wounds with your kiss,

Is it enough to hope that you will

Steal away my heart’s knoll of pain.

Is it enough to be and only to be?

Thor throws his wrath

And my soul thaws with empathy

Is it enough to run away

From a life that has gone wrong?

This shameless infamy‘s

Touch brings an ecstasy

Of our immoral heathen.

Is it enough to love?

To hold you in my arms

And kiss your soul always.

Is it enough to have you

As a wife, a righteous half I’ll never be?

What more must it take to feel

Alive like the yellow sun of a mid

Summer's soothing day?

Is it enough to hold your heart

Prisoner of its own emotions?

To feel this soaring pain,

To know that hope will not be again

Here for me to gain

Refuge through this thick black rain,

Is it enough to cry these tears of truth

And sheer human completion

When I love you?

Down I fall through the numb valley

Of a home where we lay.

Before I ask for a meaning of this life’s delay

I must stop this bleeding of my mind!

My life misunderstood

This mellifluous that has stood

Will be my only oasis when you stand

Your ground and say you don’t love me anymore.

Is it enough to sacrifice?

When all I get is more of this pain.

Is it enough to be me?

Is it enough…

Merry Christmas (Haiku)

A merry christmas

To you and your family - -

I will pray for you.

Dunes of Fear

My bare bleeding feet

Bare scars of our sore farewell's treat,

My crimson infects smudge earth…

They are my broken foot prints

Follow them and embrace

My oblivious sprint.

These tears tear me

Taste their saltiness

And fill me with your sulk.

Your eyes as white as milk

Smirk with lust for blood.

I can't do it alone,

I‘ll surely drown in the fear

That lives in me,

Help me swim through this lake

Of forsaken souls.

I look above and paint

The sky with weakness.

My grief reigns over me

The feel of ice enthralls my torn heart,

A touch on numbness slays my mortal essence,

O’ come sway my aching ghoul.

This fear feasts upon my clout

A crease of terror divides mind

I’m afraid, not of death but leaving

This heaven I created…

Walking The Dead

When I’m alone with mystery

I choose not this misery,

Death took them away so swiftly

They come to me, I kiss them softly

Without a chance to say goodbye

They all vanished like dye.

A swim in a lake of forsaken souls

Chills my heart’s core,

In its blood I sink

Thinking of the things

That are not meant to be.

Whispers in the winter night

Reveal the death of the lantern’s light,

They are here seeking for their plight,

Through this tough fight

I must climb this dyke of scarred sight

And guide them where pain is tamed.

Silent Echoes

In the night she dies,

In her mind she dies,

She watches the other

Children play...Her only

Game is the agony of being alone,

Her only home is the pain that

Mauls her mind.

She begs to be loved but they all

Walk away as heart bleeds from

The solitude of their making,

All She wanted was to be loved

Like every other child she knows,

In the rain she feels the pain

Of the coldness and hunger.

Fear befriends her as night falls,

She sleeps alone where no one knows

Her,She dies alive as she walks the

Streets all by her lonely.