A Limerick
(2014)
Unseen wings will never sing... One must first be made aware, that they are, in fact; there.
Lying stillest of night with quest… Suspecting that darkness is hiding… Movement is certainly sensed more… Twisting in ways that warp the obs… My gaze, seeking blindly activity’…
'U’'ndeniably mythological; creatu… 'N’'eeding not any proof, we just… 'I’'n dreams, in thoughts, and sto… 'C’'oloring imagination with feeli… 'O’'r perhaps in a long ago time;…
I often ponder what it might be li… if I could step inside the mirror. Seeming to remain the same while becoming entirely different. Would my reflection, then,
His eyes reveal infinity, Offering devotion. Love’s structural solidity, Held by raw emotion. While every smile sheds light of l…
Gazing at candles blazing blue fla… Ignite memories of his name. Ever gently taunting me To recall faded time. Forgotten, I’ve not
Imagine if everyone could utilize the gifts they’ve been given from… The world would be plagued by wave… instead of the need for spilling b… Gifts bequeathed prior to birth
I wonder if another knows what dar… The scary, snarling, nasty thing t… Slipping from the glossy glass whi… Sheltered by night’s darkness and… Your dwelling tries to warn you wi…
Gentle waves of Hello Softly kissing the sparkly shore..… The wind sings Ancient songs of L… As the horizon whispers silent Pr… Sun warmly speaking of Truth and…
My mother was a party-er, free-spirited, and wild. Then I came along, her first begotten child. She tried to be responsible,
Not really thinking, I noticed I was beginning to question thought. Well... I suppose it could be in a hurry and running late for a previous engagement because it overslept due to a l...
Peering, stupendously, through cal… exotic arms of electricity seducti… summoning my arrival. Reaching for… and exploring eyelids’ depths. Surrounding sounds spin to static,
It is I who so hopes to have you… All stark and nude and wholly my o… Chained by the dark and caged with… Gravest of silence distends your s… Rest remains assured, should this…
Darkened deep is the hole in my he… and occupied by a gentleman’s riot of tiny, belligerent cranium puppe… in heated disagreement over taking… regurgitating yesterday’s garbage.
Night after sullen night, I do this forlorn dance. Heart swaying to the beat Of soft, seductive chants. Dead desires arise,
His gentle voice churns warm elect… Statically stimulating my atmosphe… Infusing flocks of fuzzy feelings, As I’m lifted toward the exospher… The truth he speaks from fiery lip…