Groans

Mangled mantle begs stability
Cracked crust magma weeps
Hellish hoard scortch-scultps vitality
Gushing gasses moulding lava seeps.

Whipped winds violent as jealous lover
Blind bluster of circling rage
Crazed creatures all scurry for cover
Howling harpy storms from its cage.

Patient pacing stalking predator,
Rapacious reaper ever gains,
Mortal morcels angst does stir,
Stiffened and slacking in their pains.

Graceless grave swallows, consumes
Failing flesh and bleaching bones,
Salvific story engulfs dust, and blooms
Reborn-reformed hear the reaper's groans.
____

2 years old.

Love Dusk

Drunk and senseless to your kiss
Eyes accepting, loving, choosing
Days of sweetness
Nights of light
I your mister and you my miss
Finding my true soul in loosing
Me in you,
You in me.

Who turned the tide of love
Into a never ending ebb
Days of sorrow
Nights of woe
Pain so continuous, never enough
Of the searing-numbing stab
You to me
Me to you.

Home of withered cracling strings
Engtagle without warmth or embrace
Days of bitter
Nights of shade
Who butchered these angel wings
Clawed to shreds love's cherub face
Me and you
You and me.

Has death already done its part?
Can the grave further seperate souls?
Days of shadow
Nightly nightmares
No mending for the broken heart
No cooling the fiery coals
Of me to you
Of you to me.

Love dusk...
_____

About 1 year ago.

WHOLLY BROKEN

Hormones, soul-mates, aloneness,
Fate, providence, or foolishness,
Naive dreamers, blinded by bliss,
Sprinting headlong toward happiness.

'Twas I
Too small
Too blind
To heal my beloved.

Not death, nor divorce, yet parted.
Living the life of the broken-hearted.
Joy's ended before it really started,
Only have so much love alloted.

'Twas I
Too faithless,
Too closed,
To heal my beloved.

Deep grooves of familiar contempt,
A rose garden sorely unkempt,
Bedfellows that do not tempt,
Towards embrace--no attempt.

'Twas I
Too enclosed,
Too hardened
To love my beloved.
___

A couple of years ago...again.

BLITHELY

Despair
Like coal dust in the air
Breathed in and poisoning
Blank stare,
Tis all the spark between the pair
Two love starved souls sickening

White lies,
Like angelic statues in a park
Now feces and feathers encrusting
Heart cries,
So moanfull, mournefull, and stark
Ice where once was warmth and trusting.

Painless
Like a beast dumb before it's death
Eyes tight to an inevitable fate,
Mindless,
Passively exhaling soul and breath,
Numbness much colder than hate.

Gone,
Sweetest touch of my lover's love
Endless drought bleeds her dry,
Done,
Prayers then fist were raised above
I watched love and faith wither and die,

Blithely...
____

A couple of years ago as well.

Of Age

Freckled grin in Mother's embrace
God and gravy, the world is safe,
To every bump - a loving face,
A joyous life of uncommon grace.

Embryonic walls of peace sublime
Fractured by an ancient crime,
Soul awakes--another clock's chime
Welcomes to prison of every time.

In free-fall grasping, gasping air
Pained wakening to the nightmare
Reprieve in loving bloodied stare
Of one life that holds all that's fair.

Broken bodied--bloodied soul, save,
From the gapping mouthy hungry grave!
Healing through lashes of the slave,
Beams light,and life, to the dismal cave.

___

Also from a couple of years ago.

Sickness

The Sickness' full of painful stings,
Beloved thrashes at my words
Broken crumpled flightless wings
Hobbling dying frightened birds
Be we.

Long ago, love and life did crest
Now flesh and soul cannot feel
Now in demon darkness, pressed
Courage, joy, have lost their steel
Bedeviled.

Beyond salvation, beyond the cup
Of pardon, redemption, and renewal
Alone and dying, I wait to sup
In the hell of my own construal
Be me.
___

From a couple of years ago.

Ailes

Turn your face into the wind,
Do not bow to your chagrin,
For dark specters haunt your step,
To steal the dreams that you have kept,
Soar.

A lovely soul amid the scars,
In days of ruin and days of wars,
Not a victim of these times,
Stepping strong through hard climbs,
Breathe.

Midwife, mystic, artist, friend,
Beloved by many to whom you tend,
A smile, a presence, a solace word,
Often spoken, now to be heard,
Listen.

The candle burns upon the sill,
The Spirit breathes - peace be still,
All that is loved is never lost,
And specters fear whom they accost,
Rise.

Turn your face into the wind,
Do not bow to your chagrin,
For tears nurse a lovely soul,
Stories will yet fill up your scroll,
Live.
_____

For a friend, recovering from Cancer.