As the crow flies
Down whirling eddies
of wicked winds,
across shadow-cast mountains
and eager, hushed valleys,
’til I alight at your window
and find you waiting, hungrily.
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Dive
Step up to the line,
gather your courage, and leap
into the deep dark.
Concrete
A house,
built with fine wood
and the sturdiest frame,
can weather the worst of the world
unless
you fill it with toxic people
who crack the foundation
with bitter words
and tears.
Bus Driver
Ferrying the damned souls off to their personal Hells…
Not a great job but at least it pays the bills.
The unforgotten
Your name,
our first kiss,
the first time we made love.
Your home,
your family,
the way they treated me.
Your apartment,
the drive there,
all the times you weren’t available.
Your tears,
my disappointment,
and the last time that we fought.
Heaven
It can be a place
where you find solace
or perhaps a face
in which you see grace.
But be it land or home or love
in which you see the sacred dove
it’s that which you hold high above
and constantly sing praises of.
Salvage
Their world fell down around them
into ruins of rust and dusty dumps
filled with the former fads of fiscal fools
and the fruits of the fallen.
I search through this cyber cemetery,
with a cheerful song on my lips,
for the material means
to make a heaven of hell.
Dream house
Behold them glimmering:
the gates of Somnia
which swing open under
the Night and the Darkness.
Welcome my dear friends
to the land of opportunity
where all of your desires
flower among the Poppy.
Foreign
Oh, I don’t know your language
and I can’t say your name
but the way you move your body
tells a story all the same.
A (wise) man of two faces 