the garden...

like the frigid brushes
of winter’s demise upon
the barren trees so, too,
my longing for what was wanes

between my legs
the heat of summer rushes
in crimson torrents of love’s
faded memories

my fertile heart now ploughed
waiting the kiss of spring
and the blooming of love anew

with

you

.

.

.

ghost towns...

in days that long since lost their prime
layer on layer of deceitful grime
left their hearts tarnished by better times

all hung out to bleach in the desert winds 

ripped and torn unable to mend

rusty nails shred memories to the end

lives now just barren ghost towns

where light and love once abound

ain't nothin' left to be found

on this infertile wretched ground

can't even the gods revive

neither'a them wasted lives

.

.

.

i sat...

that day
you know the day
the day
the day that was

as words
my words
struggled
like so many
secretive sperm
spilling out
somehow escaping
the darkest of the dark
caverns of my heart
as they spewed themselves
up and out
into the stratosphere
of love’s sanctity

of us

as they

devoured the light
demolished your world
destroyed your trust

your love for me

i sat
as someone else
somewhere else
and listened
and watched

and
silently
screamed

.

.

.

CERULEAN BLUE CAPRICE...

 thoughts of you

upon my skin
take me back

where it all begins
treadin’ dark waters

in the night
can’t wash you

outta my sight
like cerulean

blue caprice
storm

tossed

memories
keep floatin’

to the top
when will it

ever stop
but as the river flows

round the bend
love like ours

don’t ever end

thoughts of you now

under my skin

leavin' my heart never to mend

.

.

.

SPIRIT SHIPS SAIL...

spirit ships sail
through the black veil

true true love’s done gone astray
seems to have lost its lonesome way

as dream shadows fall
from the dark side of the moon
ripples of time they can’t recall
sleepin’ stars in a blue lagoon

and lost souls mourn their blind eyes
can’t hear nothin’ for the hue and cry

slivers of hope cast to the skies
waitin’ on hearts to open wide

but the crow flies its straight path
headed now to the glory bath

ain’t gonna git in the way of love’s bloody wrath

don’t nobody know deep down inside
where true love’s gone to hide

and spirit ships sail
through the soft pale
.
.
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