Poem 5/20/17

White Room with No Color

She sits ready 

To entertain,

With dull words.

Time is lost:

         She dreams, 

         And they trample

         Her grave.

Vampires drain 

Her life, leaving

Her pale and weak. 

Insanity is a square box:

          Four glowing walls

          In a basement, 

          Her hair pulled out.

         

          

2/12/17 - 2017

2017

There is a political vibe in the air,

Left and Right - who is right?

Paved Golden streets

Reflect blinding light

Of yesteryear. Here we are,

Today, rusted streets and 

Decaying life, there is a 

Political vibe in the air.

A New Year

I taste the salt that preserves

Our last kiss, it lingers

Upon my lips.

Eyes closed, reminisce 

The lost of your

Sweet hips.

Swaying, and dancing,

Playing and laughing,

I can't let go.

A new year, yet the same

Song plays.  I can't let go,

I won't let go.

A new year, and I still sing,

The same song, the same thing.

Alone, I listen to the beating rain,

And my love for you doesn't drain.