Fog

Fog
Mist
Shadow
Morning shroud
Cloaks the familiar
Makes mysterious the common
Streets transform into paths of ghostly apparitions
Monstrous forms materialize
Luminous eyes share
Through gloom
Mist
Fog

Victims together

I saw marks on her legs,
knew I was not alone.
Too dull blades
birthing bright blood,
checkerboard scars
on dull pale flesh.
Moans, once cries,
now sanitized to hide
forced shame.

Dark Dreams

look, look deep into your eyes
behind the color blue
______rimed with darkness
a nebula world, one few know
few care, few will ever see

in twilight, your eyes open
letting in the nights shadows
_______shadows that fill you
shadows that complete you
weaving webs of deceit and fear

beware the dimly lit paths
aglow around you, drawing, pulling
_______like spirit lights on the moors
we will suck you dry and snatch your soul
no second chance, no escape

An Honest Haiku (flash)

It’s love I love; It’s
Lust I lust.
It’s not you; Not yet.

Breakers at Westport

This is a repost from my blog, “Great” Thoughts.

Line after frothy line,

Rank after foamy rank,

Armies from over the distant horizon

Storming the beach

Charging ashore, advancing  then retreating

Only to advance again and again

A little farther each time before draining back out to sea,

Never quite reaching the grassy dunes,

Before the ebbing of the tide reigns in the assault.

Yet, from the flat expanse of beach,

Still damp from the army’s advance,

Rise clouds of fog

Hugging the sand, they continue their march,

Advancing up the strand to infiltrate the grassy meadows,

Accomplishing with sun and wind that which the brute force of the tides could not.

Grief Has No Hold

Grief Has No Hold

I will not keep you behind an iron gate
But will unlock my soul to accept the beauty
Of the dawn and ascending road
Invisible as the path may be
I will feel my way through
With head held high and shoulders straight
For there is more light than shadow
Hope is more prevalent than fear
I will remember more songs than weeping
And the joy that comes after a long battle

Soul Speak

Soul Speak

Tell me of your deepest yearnings
And need to feel you’re not alone
Trust me with memories you treasure
Have patience when I take that tone
And Wish for me all lifes goodness
Few tears that sting like braided rope
Patience and luck in equal measure
And strength anew to help me cope
Hoping to attract that kindred soul
With a longing that knows to wait
My heart opens up to accept the one
Forever more to be my mate

Dream Man

Dream Man

Tall and hairy with a bulging chest
Arms that encircle me as I rest
Lips that nibble eagerly at my skin
Rising goose pimples once again
A voice that lingers in my mind
And causes me to respond in kind
To whisper teases in his waiting ear
Enticing him with kisses,we make some pair

Soul Speak

Soul Speak

Tell me of your deepest yearnings
And need to feel you’re not alone
Trust me with memories you treasure
Have patience when I take that tone
And Wish for me all lifes goodness
Few tears that sting like braided rope
Patience and luck in equal measure
And strength anew to help me cope
Hoping to attract that kindred soul
With a longing that knows to wait
My heart opens up to accept the one
Forever more to be my mate