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... )