Sunday, August 29, 2010

Underneath the Transylvanian Moon

Underneath the Transylvanian moon
words to my secrets are spilled
on a road by day overwhelmed
coupled by you and I holding hands
at the back of a pickup truck
on a canapoy of faded stars.

Here a sliver of doubt trails along
as you kiss my phantom wounds
caress the frown on my face
to coax a smile that tugged
at the edge of my common sense.

But, the dimmed street lights extinguish
the fear of moving
just a step beyond the moment
lest it scratch,
and bite
the fragile truth

making a hoax of my vow,
of heartlessness;
nullifying our less than platonic love
we have declared
underneath the Transylvanian moon.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Castle in Autumn

She stands desolate,
Her towers crumbling to the harsh winds,
Flags no longer fly proud
of kings that descend from Arthur's knights.

Her foundations still stand
And yet, she is covered in moss,
Destruction at her door,
Left by him for another man's land.

Time surrounded her with a moat
And a guardian that sleeps
To serve and protect
Until Eros comes and wakes.

Autumn leaves pile up
Coloring her gray walls with red,
Waiting for a more worthy monarch
To conquer her ramparts worthy of Troy.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Happy Birthday!!

Don't forget to bring your poems!

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Blinking Lights and Think. "And that's the way it is"

Blinking Lights

Heady with the sound of the bass,
She turns to run from the laser beams
Purse in hand, hair askew, she flees.

The spotlight follows her out of the room,
It's brightness casting off her pale face
Installed to give her an ethereal glow and failed.

Dark circles accent her eyes,
Visible under the neon lights
Alternatively blinding and illuminating her way.

for Totally Optional Prompts

Think. "And that's the way it is"

I've been handed a blank sheet;
Told to meet paper and pen,
Given time and freedom
To answer, "Why?"


My brain tumbles and churns,
Grasping at an answer I already know
Yet have forgotten, standing motionless.

Because.. that's the way it is.

For Meme Express: "And that's the way it is" and One Single Impression: Thinking

Monday, March 30, 2009


Dark, Cold and Wet lives down where Light couldn't reach.
Limestone reigns all over the walls,
With Stalactite crowns, in Stalagmite thrones.
Here, Columns hold up arches that lead
Eventually to a Dead End or that rare Light.

Crude markings decorate Palace ramparts
Of a Hunter in mid-hunt running away from the game,
Darting behind sharp rocks and scattered bones
That have turned into Shadows with a thousand eyes
Looking and searching for a way out.

Moments flow and stop, measured in a broken timeline
Drawn by incapacitated limbs and ailing minds.
But Time drags out evidence with preserved Skulls
Kept with gemstones and diamonds dipped in Red Sand
That blinds.

For Totally Optional Prompt: Solitaire