'Cretin Jinx'

Timid patrons, smaller their stance
Guardians stroll, little a precious is worth.
A river to swim, I brace for a walk,
Some hoops & I will be gone..
Another fill…another plunge,
In my head I’m a savior..the world’s gone.

Aches around..music reeks of blood,
Salubrious-somewhere my roses burn.
Realm of whiteness..my deeds undone,
A lost joust-smile’s yet runs.
Silence of hurt-an unfailing regular,
Viva voce..a dead man’s grunt.

‘Spilled Beans’

Rainbow colored my drifted dream,
I sleep & scream-joyful indeed. .
In Technicolor paints,
I laugh & wiggle in time of evil freed.
The nausea is drifting off night’s steam,
I promised to wake to a riveting stream.
Trenched-the morning light,
No longer stays but parades outside.
Rayed awake…my hearted smile,
Real is it or am I watching my stupor take flight?

Frail my smile, too familiar my sights,
the epilogue wove off silent plights.
still to follow-the changing time’s,
the morning’s doomed, darkened I’m by it’s shine!!

lost impressions'

Running ahead of illusions,
Of a reflection in the mirror,
the dead are revisiting,
though in the least bit comforting,
I slip in my sheets lower &
The ghost still remains in it’s haunting.
Paranoia of darkness is riveting &. .
I thought I’ld love it against the dawn skimming.
Visions would clear, my sleep be sound ,
Walk across a mirror, a reflection to me scorned,
A vision of wrong, a question had me surround.
If I was still drafting, dreaming things around,
& foots were leaving the ground . .
Dark abyss is home, I march out !!

The Road

I walked a road, a little foretold
The light stayed young,
Watched I was by passerines,
Some gave hope, some lead along. .
Few I chose to let off go.
My feet unwired, on the wind it rode
The sky lit bright & the clouds white,
Grey just thundered & roared.
In photographs I see my journey’s walk
Cherished milestones, jejune bestrides,
To each a journey of their own.
I sleep tonight. .to walk another road
meet new crossroads, redo things I wasn't told.

Spry reminiscence.

Sheets of blue, the vision dreams another you
In a memory cast of illusions, I hardly know you.
Twinkle steps of laughter, basked in honey dew
I still sleep listening to hums of you. .
But for the gaze of an apparition that shadows,
A figure that’s outlined like you.
A sinner of a saint..my mirror image
The memory has me draped.
Alive but not to be rekindled by you,
A longing I once yearned for you.
The sands of flailing time,
Fingerprints dusts in my cliquey mind
Seeps a gust of a windy tale..
In my memories resides your resting space..

Withershins Eclipse

Abysmal cold, a long rove..
In distant push & shoves,
I have lost my life force.
Hold on. .i clasp my arms to me around,
The blithely shadow shirks me across.
A scarred memory is all I’m proud for.

The abyss is dark,& is the new moon’s lark .
Getaway of my grilled captive heart,
I stage it’s steal against my own fantast. .
& yet I find the dream to be dark,
Lurched by the rugged, swept under past.
Bit to void, I am alive at last. .

'Prince Frog'

Drugged, I am morbid in my sleep tonight
A blip like green blot & it’s crescendo fall,
My lullaby the earth’s cacophony
Flicker’s light across, pale hatred flows
In familiar sea of emotions,
I am washed vehemently ashore.
The sleep no more hates my pillows,
I dream a morning wail,
The voice now no longer chokes.

Perspires. .my sheets of sweat soak
I drift in a dream through a door,
Where no longer knocks
My feet on any trapdoors . .
Shackled but no longer bound
In my sights, their hate surrounds
A pity will see me across a spellbound
The witch’s prophecy will come around !