Fly?

I’ve got these wings,

So why am I crawling?

I should be high,

But instead I’m falling.

I can’t take off,

My engine’s stalling.

I don’t know why,

But it’s appalling.

Whispers.

Whispers in my ear

Whispers in my head

Whispers fill my soul

Whispers filled with dread

Whispers long forgotten

Whispers just heard

Whispers I kept hidden

Whispers I demurred

Speechless

The flutter of wings

The flash of feathers

My hands reach out

But clasp together

I jump and wave 

I try to reach

This dove that flew

That stole my speech

The Line

I’m drawing this line between exhaustion and insanity

This line-this road, I’ve been walking for so long

Feet worn to leather and bone

Cracked skin and dried blood

Just walking, walking, walking

Maybe I should run

Towards or away, I don’t know

To find a place to call mine, my own

I need a place

To lay this weary head

Close these weary eyes

Rest this weary heart

And open this restless soul

Into The Fray

Unsheathe this sword

-this blade

-this tongue

Let my words unhindered

,like bells,

be rung

Swing fast and forward

Strike deep and true

Let all my words

-my saber

your lies cut through

Untitled.

Under my breath, I swore

To the star leaving the sky.

Red lipstick on the door

Was a kiss goodbye.

Sugar Plums

Sugar plums, Sugar plums,

Dance in my head.

Sugar plums, Sugar plums,

Dance till you’re dead.

Sugar plums, Sugar plums,

Above me in my bed.

Sugar plums, Sugar plums,

This place that I dread.

Sugar plums, Sugar plums,

This place is all red.

Sugar plums, Sugar plums,

This place that I’ve bled.

Sugar plums, Sugar plums,

Take this needle and thread.

Sugar plums, Sugar plums,

Sew up these words that I said.

“The Sun’s Verses Are Free.” So Cynthia doesn’t feel neglected.

A tear-drop from the sun

Drip-dropped through the sky

Tip-toed to the ground

Flip-flopped in a splash

Of orange-yellow clad streaks

To shine-sun soaked color

In a blanket of warmth

Putting nothing less than a smile

On my sun-bleached face. 

Anticipation.

This looming

Lust

Is Lingering

Longingly

It’s Lambency

Lasts

A Lifetime.

Or so it feels.

Spilled Ink

With lines that say “you’re mine,”

And metaphors of the fourth kind

I feel abducted into your mind

Held captive but never confined

By your imagination refined

With a style defined

And rhymes undefined

They are affined and combined

So I’m inclined to stay resigned

To sit here and unwind with

These words to my ears not unkind

Though the planets aren’t aligned

To leave I’m disinclined

This spilled ink signed