November 30, 2012

Shades of Inner Blue

Welcome... 

You are always invited into the haunted manor
Of my mind, these galleries are yours to explore--
Accost my corridor cobwebs, feel the phantasmal hospitality
Of my shadows, inquire upon my every ghost.

 ..........Open the doors
 ..........I trust you with the keys 

This mansion has many rooms, some of them locked
For decades, so many niches that have shied away
From the candle's prying flame, dungeons that have hidden
My most sullen arcana chained in quiescence...

 ..........Exorcise me. 

Throw open my creaking windows, air the apparitions
From this musty furniture, scrape the illusion
Of comfort from my faded wallpaper--
This house

 .......Has been waiting
 .......A lifetime

 ................      For you


 .........................       To unhaunt it.

November 15, 2012

Dodging The Downpour


Tears crash down from shaded sky
Poison from a serpent’s bite 
Soaking flesh, the soul keeps dry


What woes would make the heavens cry?
Amid jolting flash and thunderous might
Tears crash down from shaded sky


Bear the burden of grievous lie
To break the gloom with inner bright
Soaking flesh, the soul keeps dry


In heavy air, the earth does sigh
Portent of a spirit’s plight
Tears crash down from shaded sky


Against all umbra hope does fly
When dark clouds yield to Holy light
Soaking flesh, the soul keeps dry


Scatter fog with wakened eye
'Til morning casts the sun to flight
Tears crash down from shaded sky
Soaking flesh, the soul keeps dry


November 1, 2012

The Dust Parade


Potholes, bricks
Blocking the path
The dust parade moves so slowly
I almost mistake them for statues


.....Scraps of nostalgia 
.....Dilapidated furniture
.....Cherished by no one
.....Boxes of musty images
.....Vintage smiles on unknown faces 
.....Platoon of dirty cartons 
.....Infantry of broken knick-knacks
.....Piles of timeless mold spores 
.....Neatly stacked 
.....Untouched for decades

The ancient falcon
Stands guard
Over the junk
Delaying the process
The priceless collection
Of a life's journey
Filled with memories of old ghosts
No longer dwelling here
Forgotten sentiments

.........These are the halls of mildew
.........Where yesterday's rubbish
.........Waits to be discarded




By the next generation