Of love and darkness

Bleakest Behold, a life that follows many journeys Searching for happiness, to be content Looking for a chance to make just a difference A place to belong, without judgement Maybe upon a certain path taken A friend is found, with whom to walk And that discovery gives the slightest hope Doors... Sign in to see full entry.

Child Clouds are clapping, piercing pops and smacks, The air is dry and electric, whirling still Is the wind in sharp bursts of fantastic Motion. Leaves of defying gravity mill About in separate unison, in stupid dance. The atmosphere is circus, best act to come. With lakes shaking to a steady beat,... Sign in to see full entry.

The Heat Lips on skin taste salt and sweet Blazing paths amongst the valleys Where time is a forgotten measure And escaping breaths are caught Fingertips are dancing lightly And Grabbing tightly, holding Close as if not to slip and fall Tracing symbols spoken not The sounds are unmistakable... Sign in to see full entry.

Listen and Kneel Crying is the little girl, never stops the tears. Her retching sobs, floods the place. Listen. Listen with your heart, not with just the ears. Mad you are driven, a devastating case. Look. Look upon the child's face, see the very lost. She clutches a pillow to be safe, silly girl.... Sign in to see full entry.

The Lost There is a place that no one knows. A city deserted but not quite empty. And even though few seldom go. Down the path you must take to find it. The distant scape off the lonely road. Shades bleak dreams of unlucky ones. There is a borough where no one's gone. It's always raining, a drizzle,... Sign in to see full entry.

Without the Wind A branch lies still but reaches toward the falling sun The tree, strong through seasons past with more to come It stands alone but among a forest of its kind A cold bites hard, despite the dimming shine And he swings without the wind Sounds are subtle maybe just felt instead of... Sign in to see full entry.

In the shade It may surprise some, I have a bit of a dark soul And that her soul slides into mine, interlocking Like a man between a woman's thighs, shaking Quivering, bucking, the way it's suppose to feel I am the Shadow King, the carrier of the black And she is the light that surrounds me,... Sign in to see full entry.

Camp, Part One A purple sky, from the flickering red, of bonfires reaching, From the burning dead, to the blue black heavens, creates Within me no rising awe. A winding moan, from the coming train, ignores the wails, Of the screaming pain, it’s cargo carried, nonstop to Man’s greatest flaw. Upon the... Sign in to see full entry.