Tempest

In the wilds at night
the stars shine so bright
you tend to forget that it's dark
and sometimes it seems
the light from these beams
make any perception a lark,

and so it became
for the man with no name
as he silently stared in the tent,
he knuckled his eyes
but to his surprise
the instinct to strike was now spent.

Extremities numb
he sat, overcome
by a feeling he never had known
unleashing a mood
where senses were skewed
encouraging him to atone

for all of the lives
the children and wives
his terrible blade had undone,
from that moment hence
he'd make recompense
to her that bedazzled the sun.

His thoughts were so deep
he just didn't keep
his mind on the matter at hand
and failed to detect
that his target had trekked
outside to defiantly stand

with silk robes a mess
and each raven tress
caressing her heavenly form,
their eyes fiercely locked
then widened, quite shocked
as a wall of sand started the storm.


***OK, here is finally part three of my desert saga. It's been a while but hopefully I'll finish it soon, though I make no promises. Below are links to the first two chapters, enjoy!***

Part I Part II

Can the Spam

I get a bit excited when I think my stuff’s been read
and hungrily devour any feedback that is said
but lately when I click on comments all I see instead
is lousy spam and I hope this pesky peon soon drops dead.

Void

The dormant dale retired
neath a virgin quilt of white
I rambled on, inspired
by the blankness of the night,

a darkness from without
imparting quietude within
that blankets any doubt
before it can begin—

for nothing seems amiss
in the arms of the abyss.

Capitalize

Every person NEEDS to know they’re needed
every voice is HUNGRY to be heeded
each spirit should ASPIRE to be special
we all possess UNLIMITED potential.

Delicate

Some hearts aren’t meant to break
or even bear a single blow,
their fragile nature just can’t take
the all-consuming ache of woe.

See young Bess? Her madness proves
some hearts aren’t meant to break,
you can see it in the way she moves
the way her bony fingers shake;

the love she thought she had was fake
he didn’t mean the things he said.
Some hearts aren’t meant to break
so she simply shot him dead.

One look into her haunted eyes
will chill your soul and surely make
you sadly realize−
some hearts aren’t meant to break.

Phases

Through earth’s nurturing bosom I explode
past seedless silos left to corrode
and all along the way
there are signs of decay
enjoyed by hungry crows beside the road.

The moon’s lingering aura is a curse
enlightening the terminally terse
with silver rays of truth
ignored by hasty youth
when there was still a chance to hit reverse.

Inspiration

Creativity
is something we
should always strive to share
imagination
is our salvation
from moribund despair
enlightenment
to some extent
will surely be attained
delivering
the very thing
for hope to be maintained.


***A couple of years ago we had a thriving virtual community that really promoted each other. I myself rarely comment on anyones blog anymore but wanted to take a moment to highlight 5 of my online friends. The list would be longer but some are currently MIA, so I shall leave them be. Please check out their wonderful work and let them know you appreciate their imagination.***

Billy
Shirley
Dimps
Anonymous
Gerald

Rock

Each word is like a precious gem
that must be set just so
to make an artful diadem
with a mesmerizing glow

and facets you adroitly cut
will ultimately swell
with scintillating sparkle but
seek clarity as well.

Idiot Proof

Despite the data amassed
we’ve never quite surpassed
one simple rule of thumb—
at times we all act dumb.

Mr. Sociable

He is graceful and charming
completely disarming
essential to any social affair

obligingly devout
mingling about
dispensing kind words here and there.

Hands reach to touch him
elbows to nudge him
eyes seek a glimpse of his smile

he’s a man with flair,
obvious savoir-faire
a portrait of tactful style.

But sometimes I wonder
if deep down under
he tires of this endless game?

I think his façade
is becoming slipshod
I don’t think he’s living up to his name

for I detected a hint
of a reticent glint
in his otherwise jovial eyes

perhaps his desire
is to simply retire
and watch all the fuss pass him by.

Getting There

The giant was angry (as their kind grow cross)
when facing a forecast of ongoing loss
he sacked the old captain (without much ado)
for making the swamp a morass to go through
and then took a gamble (ignoring the odds)
to maybe replenish his dwindling wads
by asking the mirror (that once manned the helm)
to help him bring sanity back to the realm.

Harbinger

It looked so like a comet
I truly thought it was
but it was just a big jet
doing what it does

contaminating precious air
to haul an anxious horde
around the world, despite the fare
how much can we afford?

Smack

A passionate plea won’t suffice
her body is brittle as ice
but distance can sometimes entice—

performing a permanent shrug
can lure someone just like a drug
to lust for hot lips on their mug.

What a Beach

The harbor is deserted,
horizon’s graphite gray
a lonely coast is skirted
by an angry, foaming spray

intent on inundating
the stubborn structure who
will ever be awaiting
that vessel overdue.

Parenthetical

I thought about my life
(or lack thereof)
remembering the strife
I’ve faced for love
and when I gave the knife
a pointed shove
to vindicate that life
(or lack thereof).

But can I say I’ve tried?
(To some degree)
we all must grapple pride
or cease to be
for what we are inside
makes others see
if we have truly tried
(to some degree).