Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Just For The Sake Of It

Writing doesn't always come easy.  Words never fail to come to mind, they just don't always make sense, or form a thought that translate into beauty. Here's one more to the Muse, Red  ~

The Stray

It always begins with 'She',
She haunts me.

A Muse comes momentarily
to feed you wine, food,
to nourish your soul.

They always run off -
Leaving you starved for more.

Red came before the New Year
Her voice -  music
Her smile -  art
Her eyes - poetry

I could not get enough.

She came and laid herself bare
    - I ran, overwhelmed
         Lost without a pad and pen.

I have not seen her since,
Though it always begins with "She,"
She haunts me.

She always will.


Saturday, September 20, 2014

From above the clouds

Miles high above
Clouds glide by - fascination 
Drifting within dreams 

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Abstract Dreams.

I awoke in the sea
floating gently, spirit free
drifting wherever the current bid
watching flesh become liquid

My eyes opened in the sky
burning heat down upon my soul
watching, observing where I float
emblazon in light - magnificent sight

my ears locked on to a tune
New York - a kiss - moody gloom
Blue - yellow - white fade to black
Darkness begins to attack

I awoke in the earth
It was raging, shaking, smoking
The ground above rumbled and roared
Fear demanded attention - though I ignored.

Laughing - I mocked it's roar for
my heart was implanted in its core
beating life throughout its plates
Silence - that is our fate

My eyes burned until supernova
A force of power - destruction
my vision spread throughout the world
I saw everything at once.

My ears popped, and then imploded
forcing all sound to rapidly flow
straight into my inner drum -
beating, sound thumping

I awoke - sat up on a cloud
and I fell like rain to the ground
free falling, pouring onslaught downpour
all I, and any else could see - was me.

Slamming a beat into the ground
repeating again, and again - droplet of me
splattering upon the concrete...
I awoke on the ground, wet.

Without sound - without sight
I felt the cold, moist cement beneath.
My eyes belonged to the sky,
and my ears were a black hole.

I felt the world - and I awoke - alone.