Scent of Trouble
Roses couldn’t save me– no thumbs to pick locks.
Looks like I am stuck in a concrete block. Continue reading Scent of Trouble
Roses couldn’t save me– no thumbs to pick locks.
Looks like I am stuck in a concrete block. Continue reading Scent of Trouble
Landing in darkness, I shook my dazed head.
I lay on an altar stone, a grave bed
and perhaps my end, no more could I rove.
Was I now a treasure in someone’s trove? Continue reading Abandonment
Caught by the cyclone, reality clove
and it revealed a stygian alcove.
Lightning lit me up, turning all to red.
I fell through blood-soaked images and dread. Continue reading Seeing Red
Born on a gust of wind, tiny motes dove.
Sparkling as they twisted, a cyclone strove.
Continue reading Fantastical
Undoubtedly I would screw up the one task the afterlife asked of me. Continue reading Undoubtedly
He’s dangerous, but so am I.
Devils have his back and their eyes
scan for my ghost self, yet I spy.
Or I did ‘fore they waved bye-bye. Continue reading Dangerous
I heard nature calling, singing, warning
me and its voice echoed where I did cling.
I’m dangling, zinging from electric stings.
All because Nature’s calling and I cringe. Continue reading Nature’s Calling
She sat under a tree with ice-bright hair
shining a warning at me lying there.
I’d tasted her misery when she died
now she was shaking her head at my pride.
We’d come full circle in an afterlife
rife with mystery and devilish strife. Continue reading The Trouble with White
At the end of a cobbled road stands a spike crowned by a golden radiance. I tend the light and from my perch, I watch all the other lights wink out. Continue reading TLT – The Light Keeper
My shattered senses returned tumbling
into place bringing the image of her.
But my eyes locked onto the moonlit tree
behind her and the light shining on me. Continue reading Hallucinating Trees
Senseless I was but making sense of this
mystery’s my only course since my death.
There’s nothing left for me but to solve this.
I’m in too deep, and I’ve breathed my last breath.
My spectral body tingled signaling we sped toward trouble and I felt its sting. Continue reading Blue
Two forms raised their midnight wings and cut through
the amaranthine light speeding away Continue reading Flowing
A streetlight serenade plays for the slaves to the system staggering for their dough. Continue reading Lively
It was just a fantasy spinning lies. A paper cut tragedy’s unfolding as I stared at a life watermarked by death. Continue reading Unfolded
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