Hell is a Home for Some

Hell is surprisingly easy to stumble into,It takes a moment, a misstep, a mistaken leap,And then you fall, fall into a spiritual abyss,Obliterating your body into shattered bits,Like a glass that bleeds and cries. Hell takes an eternity to navigate,The paths are crooked until you take them,Though the path to hell is a straight line,While … Continue reading Hell is a Home for Some →

From Skies to Concrete Walls

She embraced change as an unwilling participant, Nostalgia's enlightenment mingled with crimson breath, As florid blooms behind her eyes leaked, Cosmic insignificance trickling down her brainstem, She gasped, an inconsequence of time ever-flowing, Then slept in the arms of sweet nothing. ~0~0~0~ She embraced the change as a willing subject, Took medicine with practiced sips … Continue reading From Skies to Concrete Walls →

Eternity’s Heartbeat

There's a purity to loneliness,My quiet country bleached by sun,A sandy horizon unbroken,Where time stretches and shrinks,Until all my thoughts are captured in a sigh. If I close my eyes, I can hear oblivion,The gentle hush of an eternity's heartbeat,While my own dreams spill into the ether,Until even I am a distant recollection,Like salt on … Continue reading Eternity’s Heartbeat →

Golf with the Boys

"In youth we had the time but lacked the money for our toys,Now we've money and toys, but no time for the boys!"So it has become necessary, like old fogeys all,To play golf, once a month, and lose too many balls. Allen is the sensible one, married and with two kids,His balls land where he … Continue reading Golf with the Boys →

Before Regret was Summoned

We had committed the ultimate sin,That friends could commit to:With fingers and limbs entwined,A shared breath births rhapsody,Our high is an untold oblivion,Where thoughts go to die,And regret, not yet summoned,Is like a distant horizon,While the sea between is the sigh,Of blissful contentment and lust,And the cold reproach of the moon,Is just a mirror from … Continue reading Before Regret was Summoned →

Maybe it Will Grow

Sadness is a thing you carry,So you can pluck it from your breast,And plant it in the earth.Shed a single tear more,To feed the seed,And maybe, maybe,It will grow,Into something of worth,Or at least worth loving. Prompt: from the kind writers over at the pub, dVerse, "Seed" as part of their Quadrille Series (#127)

Remnants of Old, Shattered Pride

The wind from the open window,Is cool against my feverish face,My legs fold against my aching chest,As bruised arms hug my knees tight,Time slows to a crawl, my mind is hollow,Empty but for the remnants of old, shattered pride,So thinking, my eyes linger too long on a phone discarded. When will the response come?And will … Continue reading Remnants of Old, Shattered Pride →

Remains of Mountain Stairs

Beneath the mossy turf of maple shades, Lie the remains of mountain stairs, Dark stone dragged from barbarian shores, An offering of fealty, Honored by a century's duty, But now, having earned its repose, It sleeps and dreams of thundering feet... ... Of a country at war, and blood, The blood of warrior-monks chanting, Those … Continue reading Remains of Mountain Stairs →

My First

My first cigarette was shared between beautiful smiles,The indirect kiss as smoke slid hot through the filter,Escaping my throat in faint blue tinted with sunlight. I'd cough, she'd laugh, and then kiss me so deeply,The taste of that smoke was like heady myrrh,Lingering even today, many years since I have quit the habit, God, I … Continue reading My First →

Tree and Blossoms

Do blossoms recall,Dancing along the river,Even when Spring fades away? Spring blooms are fickle,Winds carry them far away,But they remember, always.