my sweet dark

my darkness was vantablack
inhaling all that was light
spewing venom and razors
declining to reach out
fearing the gashs i’d open
while needing your cool
hand on my face

i slept angrily,
being unable to trust
to speak to touch
caged in my heat
pacing in my rage
seething in my defeat

bitter tears boiled
on my hot cheeks
grit and bile rose
in my maw while
steel faced I roiled
in sweaty sheets

night thoughts of you
cooled the fevors of
my mania and fury
bringing my need to
life again, seeking only
to know you accept all
of the monsters inside


She Walks in Beauty


She walks in beauty, like the night
   Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
   Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
   Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
   Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
   How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
   So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
   But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
   A heart whose love is innocent!

Words of Wisdom…

A couple of things to consider…

You may wear the watch young man, but I know the time said the old man…
You see, the young man knows the rules but the old man knows the exceptions.


Also, don’t pick a fight with an old man.
If he is too old to fight, he’ll just kill you.



Of birth and blood
  we two are one
until our lives 
  are said and done

Our fathers sons
  are we alone
through thick and thin
  and worlds unknown

And in our hearts
  we share a bond
a simple love
  that goes beyond

Mere word or thought
  we can express
a feeling that
  we both possess

A friendship like
  a silver chain
that binds until
  we meet again

So when we part
  let us not weep
but strengthen more
  the ties we keep

Of birth and blood
  we two are one
until our lives 
  are said and done...

Ode to a child dying


tiny innocent
  for life 
    simply fighting,

parents sweating,
  crying blood,
trying to infuse
  life by touch,

tears awash,
  turmoiled lives, 
    revolve around
      visiting hours,

parents grasping
  at straw hopes,
cursing life, 
  cursing death,

looking to blame
  only themselves,
knowing this,
  they cannot
    themselves blame,

begging god,
  take me, 
let the little
  one live, 
    only silence, 

dripping seconds
  congeal into
    regretful days,

we plead, 
  heal quickly
    love awaits,

silently screaming
  making deals
    with destiny,
if this
  then i'll that
    no deal

frustration rises,
  pendulously swinging
    to sorrow...

tiny finders 
  grasp hope,

clinging love,
  imparting joy,
    waving goodbye,

bitter agony,
  souls rending, 
    plotted roses...

New Life
  slowly awakens, 
    virgin utopia

welcoming home
  tiny innocents,

celestial star, 
  newly discovered
    twinkling softly

alive forever
  in hearts    
    and heavens...