death of a soul

dying candles,
sat upon a waxy table,
 dirt eating upon there defenseless blown sand,
 a tearing cross crooking the side,
 the unwelcome....
 ...blew,
 waking the burnt,
tanned and tattered scroll,
 the benches had of it,
 grey bones,
 cracked skulls,
 ashes and dust to sat,
 the creeky staircase,
 the web fested doors,
 shattered glasses,
 the clouds were grey,
 a reaper smile upon scratched,
 a bloody moon between choked,
 a rotting crow,
celebratory mooted mags,
 a welcome bid,
 staggered in my soul,
 rained on,
 already grey,
the silence gazed upon,
 a wondering sons' soul,
 not the wind did blow,
 nor a case did creek,
 upon a falling sin,
 a moon tried her best,
 yet a tear down ran,
 thorns rained,
 tearing it to part,
 in choking moans,
 gasping for breath slid,
 to prickly pains wash,
 silence.... ran a death,

a Harp of Death

It was a beautiful piece, and I had of it peace,

Blaring in mind violins, cuddling in self-shadowed loins,

If there were of her tears, then drowned were them in beers,

Punished a son, a livery of a burnishing sun,

Pain………………

What must be it then? A heart in direction of ten?

Devoured I but a moose, self-set upon a noose,

Upon a cloud of fog much I lost, watered eyes on hailing frost,

Beats that never count, aches that forever mount,

 Left but to hide in grey alleys, laughter scare of decamped allies,

But so shall I have my way, upon a king’s tray,

Hope………..

And to that day, I keep to my way,

Torn fingers upon a harps’ string, strumming to the bitter sting,

And be death beats I to the line, then I shall seek of lie under a pine,

Listen to the beauty of peace, while the cloaked shreds this flesh to the last of piece……………….

The Wish

i saw a star tonight,
shot through the dark skies,
and in its merry the rest stood to watch,
twinkling,
i would have made a wish,
but the day ain't mine,
and if i did you would never be mine either,
and to it i put my shooting on a scale,
put the loan to he that got you,
loan it to him that got the heart,
a scarlet untainted like i hold,
and to him the wish,
of smiles to put,
of warmth to give,
and in the rain,
the umbrella,
times of floods,
the bridge,

and i to my journey i will attend,
my error to amend,
it is efforts to command,
so free i this wish,
let it home with the wind,
unchangeth by the light of day,
and stay thus through the night

IT NEVER IS A SAD TALE

once it were of nights beside the blazing woods,
picked upon a setting suns' warn,
happy feet and toes that did tickle,
to the drums from falling palms,
and it was merry,
among the thatched roofs,
that lay beneath these weeping hills,
that lay lifeless,
been stripped of all life,

they took the women,
said they were round and fat,
good to warm their nights away,
their tods they smashed upon unconditioned earth,
and left for the dogs and mags that rot take,
and off they sailed to make merry,

the men i heard them say,
were oxen for their field,
cotton and sisal would never fade,
a black man to till can,

bare chest,
bare breast,
leash upon a neck,
a chain run to the next,
they went,


now darkness falls,
only owls and crows be home,
not a fire,
not a soul,
even the sick dog ran off,

a society raped,

tell me a tale,
that ain't ever sad,
tell me a story that ain't ever so,
and i shall say it never was,