In the Shadowlands
The perpetual moon
Shines down on the land
With the promise of daylight
That it will never deliver,
Always teasing of a new day.

In the Shadowlands
I am nothing more
Than a quizzical look,
An uneasy feeling
Of something long forgotten,
A shoulder shrug,
Then - gone.

In the Shadowlands
Pleas for help are
Twisted, mutated into
Rustling leaves in ( Read more... )

I've posted all of the poems that I can find.  I don't think there are any hiding anywhere else; the other ones I have are either too personal or too sappy to put here.  And I am at a point in my life where nothing else is coming out.

So, now, if ANYONE has ANYTHING to say about them - good, bad, or ugly - I would sincerely appreciate it.

Really.  ( Read more... )

This is the last one I think I had misplaced.  Enjoy.

Electric fingertips
Bring my near-dead soul
Back to life;
The heat from your lips
Singes my skin, melting
Icy waters -
Flowing south...

Come and drink from
My river's edge -
Take all that you desire,
Let me give you life
For you have started
My heart pulsing, my soul
Thirsting, my blood streaming again.

I found another one!  Amazing the things that hide in this bag of mine.  I wouldn't be surprised if Jimmy Hoffa is in there (kidding...). What a nice early Christmas gift.

Half-asleep, I see you there -
Can taste your skin, can touch your hair,
I feel your heart beat in your chest,
As your soft hand finds my breast.
And then our lips meet - soft, ( Read more... )