Sudden Sultry Sunrise

like a haunting dream
that's finally gone
the soul a lingering shadow
a repeating throaty whisper
in uncertain dusty corners
frozen in your mind
pensive anticipation brings
the sudden sultry sunrise

Treatment - Sunday Scribblings #232 (Treatment)

Treat-ment
like thought, hope
sophistication hung
out-on-a rope

Lost, sent
for years in tow
pro-crastination's song
dry, oats-to-sow

Si-lent-ly
weaving dreams
sen-sations wrong
try, as-it-seems

Treatment.

A Varied Moonlit Wonder - Sunday Scribblings #228

The varied view of a textured sea
swirling foam and ebbing tide
quiet beach and stolen memories


lost in a breeze and silent wonder
my life awash in shadowed moonlight
an atlantic passage pulls us under


the view - a varied moonlit wonder

Pacification - 3WW - CXC (dread, grasp, pacify)

Pacify your sense of dread
with a trip within your mind
lost in peaceful solitude
your troubles left behind

Quench your thirst for freedom
with a dance of terse sensation
climb the walled crescendo
in unbridled exaltation

Grasp the feeding ring of fire
with hands of tempered steel
lose your thoughts of memory
and trust your instincts' feel

RIP RPF - 3WW - CLXXXVIII (escape, hum, vibrant )

Escape at last, my friend -
though beyond my reach
still within the very hum
of a life once in tune

The very presence of your absence
a companion to my mourning
lost in the gray of sadness
the vibrant colors of memory

Profoundly sad and truly lost
the loved ones walk the day
searching for the answers
far too difficult to say

To dream...
To find those yesterdays
on which to base tomorrow's
song

Sleep well, brother.

The Green Fairy's Dance - Sunday Scribblings #204 (Big Dreams)

A dance with the Green Fairy
the fabric of life recedes
pulled beneath the comfort
he gives into the dream

Awake into harshest light
reality as it seems
loss of Eden's springtime
the fairy's rage extreme

Swept into the ether
as the dust upon a shelf
hopes and dreams and tethered lust
big dreams price - your self

Fractal Matters - 3WW CLXXVIII (Generate Meager Tease)

Teasing out the questions
life's meager salvation
walk atop the fences
on to her temptation

Generate an interest
numb in acquiescence
struck by his insistence
she loses carnal innocence

Stories told of fallen
angels in the substrate
transcending time alone
crashing golden landscape

Eyes toward the heavens
heart of glass in shatters
splintered rose in holograms
lost in fractal matters

Swim the lost emotions
like salmon on the falls
the swelling of devotion
sent scrambling up the walls

Stolen Souls' Cries - Carry on Tuesday #41 (In the darkness, he touched her arm and said ...)

Don't search for his evil
in the dark of the night
but in the chill on your arm
in the broad day light

on the edge of perception
shadows move in time
with the pulse of the river
dancing on your mind

cradle the energy
of the first morning's light
tread softly on the entrails
of the sacrificed night

swallow the colors
of the stolen souls' cries
and dip into it's essence
as the sea still survives

Future on a Shelf - Carry On Tuesday #40 (Fear not for the future Weep not for the past)

Hold not your head
Weep not for the past
For it is not dead
Nor is it truly passed

Woven into the fabric
Of our future selves
The past - far less tragic
Than a future on a shelf

Vagabond Princess - Sunday Scribblings #201 (Message)

Waiting for the message to bring her back from exile
the vagabond princess was banished sans trial

Main street palace of cardboard and plastic
from trashcans and trolley are fashions ecstatic

Ballroom gown of raincoats and vinyl
lipstick applied crooked thick with a smile

Ignored by passersby in the cold of the night
our princess is frozen to the very thought of her plight

Eyes fixed wide with dream finally realized
compassionate message ends her earthly exile

The Romb - Carry on Tuesday #37 (A room hung with pictures is a room hung with thoughts.)

The room - stretched across time
adorned with the pictures of unstable mind

The thoughts - darkness of a folly,
full of horror and crime

The scent - of nature's defeat
and true beauty's ultimate rise

The worm - consumes with a kiss
plunging at last into the abyss

The walls - breathing with waves
seeming at first to insist

Temptation - lost in illusion
reality's soul thirsty gist

One True Way - Sunday Scribblings #199 (Yes)

Swallowing the energy that surrounds you
your senses fall away

Replaced by peaceful resignation
that Yes is the one true way

Trained on direction not destination
our sight's on the path today

Somewhere out on that horizon
the hours - they drift away

Strengthened by the power of acceptance
only the truth of the journey can say

Yes

Whisper Beneath the Willow - Carry On Tuesday #36 (Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be)

Grow old along with me
and I'll meet you in the garden
sharing the secrets of our lives
we'll whisper beneath the willow

Search the world with me
for mysteries of the ages
flowing and ebbing with tides
like ribbons across the meadow

Carry the love with me
its far too much for one
indulge our palettes with wine
for the best is yet to come

Crash Horizon - 3WW CLXXII (Jolt, Ribbon, Zeal)

With a jolt
silence shattered
juxtaposed
torn and tattered

Lost in sight
plain and simple
ribbons bleached
and fabric wrinkled

Drink the sound
of misplaced zeal
stoke the fire
and senses reel

Crash horizon
in dixie cup
ride the rainbow
thought interrupt

Common Solitude - Carry on Tuesday #33 (We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear)

The melancholy temptress
and sentimental fool
screaming downhill races
nevermind the rules

Solitude held in common
searching for a past
straight into the future
the jesters come in last

Alabaster intentions
along a compost path
leave a scent of misery
lingering like the past