Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
What is this code that we agree up… but dare not ever speak in words ? That mysterious unspoken-ness looming where we choose to gather. It’s sure we must be seen to know
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
