Whirlwind swallow me whole
I am empty with the Cheshire moon
don’t laugh at her forgiveness
The quality in her breath
breathing fresh air of forever.

Wild world rising
rising sun madness
crystal clear thoughts
of sadness through crying eyes.
My eyes deceive me
as statutes of faith
relinquish their energy
in calm billowing winds
forsaken child bless me
pave the way, cold blistered pavement
save me a seat, rest my
withered soul.
Wild world tumbling
plummeting, crumbling
collapsing around the pale child
enveloping the skin
in raging madness
and sadness to boot.

The night is calling me
And the shadow raised above my head
Is broken down by the twilight
And the days are running short
I believe
As I do everything
That I can not escape
That if I wait too long
I’ll be stuck behind a wall of illusion
My mission seems too tough
Yet I push myself towards the light
And if I can hang out, touch the clouds
I just might last long enough to feel the rising sun
I’m alone. I was left behind
I can feel the static change in my heart
And she was like a butterfly
So beautiful and bold
Is it that I am getting old?
Is it just the child leaving me?
Why can’t I see?
Through a jaded mirror, my fear is resistance
And the mountains that we climb are disputable
Will they cry a thousand tears?
When we leave them behind
Won’t you help me father time?
Find a way.

So, I’m going to work on building my poetry compilation online. I plan to post everything I’ve ever written, and look for your feedback and efforts in spreading the good word about my writing. Thank you for coming along for the ride. There will be many posts to follow, to finish building up the poetry library. I am also looking for any artists, photographers, writers, etc… to be featured on the site. If you would like your link on the site, just say the word. Take care and Happy Holidays.