True is it that we have seen better days. Dark are the hours as our time draws nigh. Memories wane, bones rattle, blind eyes glaze, The glory of our youth belie. Mired amongst the coppice, Where the earth doth strive to reclaim, Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, There’s no one ‘cept self to blame.
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Down a crooked path
Whistling in the dark Kept the nightmares at bay. Too scared to venture off the path, Worried what the future held As it all began to fall apart. Wild things lurked in the shadows, Lying in wait, eager for a kill. My vulnerability Made me easy prey To their manipulations. A secret weapon, concealed in … Continue reading Down a crooked path
A rakish smile
He was a squat old man, As wide as he was tall. Dapper in his ulster and chapeau, The brim pulled down just so. His rakish smile as debonair As his chivalrous hand kisses, As elegant as his cavalier bows. With a tip of his hat, and bent knee, He charmed the ladies, entertained the … Continue reading A rakish smile
Urban sprawl
A field of asphalt stretching for miles Pungent scent of hot petroleum in stagnant summer air Unwelcoming, harsh and unyielding An oasis of green, lost upon the black pitch Faint perfume, clean, crisp balsam Reminiscent of fall, sweet and soothing
Sea of dreams
A lazy summer day, Lulled by salt air breezes. Adrift on a sea of dreams, Somewhere between real and make-believe. Reluctant to break the spell.
Midnight hour
Bathed in the spectral radiance of the full moon, Edges of fancy become distinct for a heartbeat, Shimmering with each toll of the hour. At the boundary between yesterday and tomorrow. A foot in both dimensions, I stand timorous, Hesitant in my decision. I walk toward the light...





