ripples

she stared intensely at her reflection in the waters

the lines of her youth were still strong

forever painting in the passing ripples

 

 

 

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Hummingbird

With a broken voice,

Sounds of her weeping guitar

She darts like a humming bird

Among falling branches

 

Will she be free?

From the violent hands

Dad is a drunk

and I hide in the closet

 

She says, “It is alright”

Kissing my forehead

Her cold lips are bruised,

Is it blood?

or tears?

that I feel on my skin

 

when did the roses decay?

Or they became bruised

Fallen to the ground

Where angry feet creased their petals

 

The frames are broken,

The pictures are in the flames

The vows are the ashes,

of yesterday

When she was a humming bird,

Chirping in the early spring

Everything and anything 

Life isn’t about anything 

And yet, 

It is about everything after all 

The love I’ve  found, 

the lies,

these Blood diamonds

It isnt about you

It is about you

A cup out of the sea

Thirsty or not

One billion stars have fallen, 

and You are,

another shooting star 

With nothing that is everything,

and everything that Is anything 

Salem

Stare long enough into the night, 

Until you see the stars 

And when your eyes become familiar with their shapes, 

Watch them fade, 

Die, 

before the break of a new sun



Life is joy, 

and suffering 

Fabricated dreams drawn in the clouds

changing at the blow of the first wind 



It is easier to accept the night

Faceless,

Blameless,

than the day



Before a thousand eyes,

peering into your soul 

ripping your guts for the vultures 

When church is where we belonged

Before the priest set afire on the witch 



And in all,

my short life I have cherished 

Known a thousand men but one soul

With no regrets,

my ashes will be swept along Salem’s streets 

Hell’s gate 

The hymns of the church,

Sounds of the bells at a hell’s gate

We kneel before blooded altars, 

Our hands bruised from wars of life
a dirty past or a tainted tomorrow 

The devil is not a liar

His mistress will choke you in your sleep
For the bottles are of glass

Crushed onto a hard rock

The taste of a dead wine may soak a burren field 
a wild wind, 
Chasing the colors of a fading love

Into a sunset,

A winter night

A red moon and hungry wolves

bleached withered roses,

Frozen by the Sea of souls 

With the rising smoke

Dancing in the flames

find me at the hell’s gate 

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