Old Man Winter
Beneath the clouds of the heavens,
Chilled by winters cool breath.
I silently ponder the Maple,
Stroking her syrupy breast.
Thoughts wander up to the Hudson,
Dancing then from coast to coast.
A sigh and shudder befall me,
Recalling a once christmas roast.
Lifting the axe from my shoulder,
Gritting my teeth as I go
squinting my eyes as it arches
Weakness I know she won’t show.
Bearing down like a woodsman,
Cutting deep into fibrous core.
Calmly I watch as she topples,
Falling gently to sweet winter’s floor.
Together we’re walking forever,
Under white winter’s cold watchful eye.
Together we enter my hovel
Where one for the other must die.
Wrapped in the warmth of her fire
Sheltered from old winters storm
tears slides across thawing cheeks
And like a child I’m reborn.
Flows through my veins
Paralyses my senses
and eases my pains
Green grey and amber
Hard soft and steady
Here we go again.
Eyes twinkle, and the sunset fades into the background, forgotten.
Lips draw near and the city about us slowly dissolves away
and so many more one could never count
Soft hands brush through my hairÂ
Pull me in deeper
Hours drift by unnoticed until finally the haze is lifted
she drives away slowly, but the taste of her lips lingers still.
To be my child
But I know you are not.
He doesn’t have those ears,
He knows not the sound of silence
Never has neither tasted fire nor heard light
He is not a friend to terror
You and he are not alike.
as you will
as you do.
In the end
the world is mine.
In the end
I know you.
Twisted thoughts burrow deep in to the psyche
words wrapped up tight with meaning lost
seeds planted cruel and shallow.
Making water from stone;
thoughts burned and vision clouded
Candle light – a flame flickers and licks the sky,
Buildings crash up and crumble in the wake of time.
A hollow wave crashes down upon us
and we choke and sputter.
Glittering diamonds rain down from the heavens
our hearts well up, the day has come!
cut deep by broken glass,
clothed in ashes,
bear our children the scarsÂ
of our hard shattered dreams.
Taste deep my friend,
your will cured unwittingly
those supple desires freshly squashed.
Crack open your mind and scoop deeply,
Starry eyes glaze and innocence renewed
by the passions of the future.
The fuel is gone, the fire sputters and dies.
Let the mind bleed out into oceans of possibility.Â
Fill your fountain with the greatest of richesÂ
the glittering gold of life pure.
Make not your shelter from days gone by,
We need no longer live in our own shadows.
The Writers Craft
I am crab legs,
Buttered by the setting sun.
Sewn together with a thousandÂ
The misted bell ofÂ
A trumpet sings
A familiar song
Nothing is the same nowÂ
That everything changes.
We leave our homes
To ravage those of others.
We leave to lose our lives.
Craving just a glimmer
from that old summer lake.
I gaze to the ocean watersÂ
left in our silky wake.
I gaze into the ocean,
dive into the thick of it,
Tearing at the seams
Dashes itself to pieces