Dark Lady

The mistress never agrees to a date,
Thus never early, and yet never late.
In the dark of night, or the light of day,
She is laying in wait, to make her play.
But she has no conscience, not a regret,
In her stone soul, cruelty’s blade is set.
She will grab the heart, twist, and squeeze it tight,
Or arrive with a kiss, in the middle of night.
Sometimes gentle, as though a mercy done,
Soft and fast, over before it’s begun.
Consumed with anger, mistrust, or despair,
Creates a violent, crushing affair.
Appears when convenient, to her design,
Then once there, the lady may change her mind.
Embodiment of a great, silent snake,
Lady of discretion, like an earthquake.
Without prejudice, none her favour win,
Young, rich and mighty all repay their sin.
Mistress of Death is of many graces,
She has many names, and many faces.

Insecurity

This stone creature sits,
Unbalanced in my mind.
Glowering it scrapes,
Delighting in failure.
Just to haunt the heart,
It echos whispered words.
Gleaming in the dark,
Drooling over weakness.

Dear Grandma

Each year goes by quicker than the last, leaving sweet memories of past.
A loves first kiss, the oceans scent, baby smiles, flowers and money spent.
Families grow, little ones sprout, off to see what the world's about.
Friends multiply both near and far, teaching us about who we are.
Our hair will turn, our feet will swell, but they're all signs of a life lived well.
Our family is close, our friends are dear, and laughter is still a great cure.
When hours pass to end our day, we bow our heads and start to pray.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done...then thank god for life, love and sun.

Brain Storms

Watch them drift, sinking gently, spinning in treacherous seas. Brainstorms, thought clouds of dreams and memories.
Innocent little hopes that are dancing in the blissful whiteness. Don't reach to recover the bits and pieces.
Like the sunset that bleeds and disappears, water faded. Open your eyes, theres new hope on the wind.

Night Insanity

Alas, pleasantness, horror cavorts tonight,
Frolicking with madness through the recesses of your mind.
Beware of the acts performed within your sight,
The tyranny of images on the inside of your eyes.
By this state that you enjoy, be fooled not,
The sky falls from beneath your feet and leaves you in the dark.
Delight in the view, delight in the plot,
But slip not into the picture, lest evil win tonight.

Growing Up

Drift among forgone ages and whispers of preserved faces.

Recounting footsteps to losses and gains.

Yearning for the careless youth less the pains of growth.

Drift along what is to come and whispers of those still faceless.

Dreaming of foot steps for losses and gains.

Yearning for the careful grown, less the aches of youth.

Starting Over

Covered eyes reflect a day of mirrored waters. Of a sky filled with the future and depths filled with the past. A surface always shifting, like a frightened singer hunting for the wishing well's content. Can it be poured into love rimmed, rose tinted wine glasses?