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