As We Set

Blue veil of promising warmth
Holding everything inside,
Beaming through the radiance
Searing lifeforce far and wide.

Red patterns of stained heat,
A mark of seasons length.
Sweeping down to strike you
For tagging on to strength.

The white air of day
Draws you in with light,
Seagulls know the true
Path – Try as they might.

Grey matter floating –
Blending into chalk
To create madness
Within careless talk.

Deep rouge without foundation
Blanketing the walls in silence.
Mixing everything in place
Within the compound balance.

And then we go to sleep,
To dream of merrier times –
Between the conscious.

Do or Die

 

Freezing over a lifeless event
A photo of imagination,
Reality is a memory of static
With tape to bind you.

Lying is such a hurtful embrace
A burning eye of unsightly Green,
Fantasy is walking forever without hope
With friends to hold you.

Clinging on to what matters the most
A mutual, unfamiliar hand,
Freedom is choosing to be happy at this time
Without the worry.

I love you

Don’t you think that people can overcomplicate?

Misjudge a simple situation while on a date?

Perhaps all that is needed is a petty expression,

One that certainly allows no possible concession

Other than the natural tone of the whispered word –

Sadly for me this often goes unheard.

I speak without conviction, nor genuine meaning

At least, not without sounding somewhat demeaning

And contrasting future, present and past

With what is in flesh – The memories are vast,

But not important with us, I see that now

It’s just that you pierced through it all, somehow

And made me contradict my pure, naked design –

The very substance that made the feeling mine.

I am ready now, as I knew you were too,

To simply gulp and say – I love you.

Little Green Men

One little flash of light and then they were there.
A description; only if you can stomach –
A mismatch, nothing where it should be,
Scaly, slimy with protruding fingers. Catch
Sight of their hands! It was a nightmare
of proportion – Too much for my child; run!

Craft? Uneasy description to say the least.
There it was, pointing down like an invading
Iron fist; windowless beacon of Jellied
Madness, staring with intent to devour. Back
To the house slowly; there is no need to
Panic. But I am human, we feel and hurt
With a passion that shrieks a thousand
Doomed craft! I knew what they were here for!

I saw him stagger; noticed he was gone –
Then I could concentrate at the point at hand.
I had no choice – this was a first meeting but
They were not…..human and they twitched
As they talked; all secretions of another world
Contained in an orifice of hate. I heard
A voice, or something similar to the belch
Of a wild animal finding it’s range for the
Kill. This had to end.

I took my gun from its antique case; such
Splendor of hand-crafted wonder it is
Almost a crime to lift the latch. As it creaked
Open and the shine was evident I almost cried.
All such an ideal setting too, handily perched
Next to the armies of peace. All sitting there
To attention. I live for my country and for
A peaceful resolution. It is almost insulting
To have to tamper with the lid.

I can only imagine the headlines.

Mistake

Mother to my son,
That’s when it all began
She become,
What I had yearned for
For so long.

Conscious effort,
I thought that’s all it took
I mistook,
My good intentions
For that look.

Clouded judgement
Hindsight is no such cure
She was sure,
My lack of knowledge
To adore.

Dancing daylight
Shadows between the sheets
Beg to keep,
The crippling moonlight
In so deep.

Death defying
Playing when chance was low
I will go
And tell my parents
It was so.

Line of sadness
Fire will hurt the eyes
We despise
My acting demon
Cut those ties.