A Lonely Walk

I have a way

of making my life

a living hell

Unintentionally burning bridges

randomly planting explosives

pouring gasoline on open flames

then thinking its a good Idea

to jump in them naked

I can’t control my self

it’s an instinct or a learned behavior

To tell falsehoods 

a tool for self preservation

preserves nothing

and it always comes back to bite me

It can’t continue

this needs to stop 

I hope i’m not telling more lies

short chestnut hair

Luscious lip gloss covered lips

Trademark blue hoodie

beautiful curves from shoulder to thighs

intelligent yet unassuming

funny even though unintended

sarcastic at all the wrong times

fierce in love and in life

what else could i ask for?

Nothing for she is already my wife

friendship

should never be taken lightly

it precariously walks

a razor blades edge

if you slip

teeter, fall or are pushed

That blade upon which you tread

could split more than just you

Intermittent shadows

flutter past half closed eyes

butterflies dance 

in rainbow patterns

sipping from the nectar 

from spherical fruit

then evaporate

unremarkably

Remember when

oh so many years ago

we took a walk 

then sat for a chat

you in a beige coat

and a little beret

and me in some tee

and a pair of blue jeans

we sat there for hours

talked of love,poems and flowers

that was the beginning

of our romance with words

wrote and we wrote

with spaces inbetween

15 years or more we count

and many more 

I hope

and thats what happens

with friends over coffee

When Black and white
they overlap
shades of pink and blue
Become vibrant
Dig deeper
strain harder
til ligaments tear from bone
nothing good
ever came from complacency
and pain has always pushed humanity
suck it up
fly right
aim straight
and hit the mark
for an archer of words
is what you are
and there is none better

Your voice is louder
than the howling wind
It resounds in the cavernous hole
which in my soul
I have danced in fairy fields
Thanks to sonnets
sung by a friendly voice
The moon she sits
Guardian of the night
spinning lucid dreams into our lives
Nothing compares to the mind
which uses her light
to write
You have egged on a seeding
to reach for your voice
you’ve made a soul
tear itself from the shadows
You shine brighter than the sun
in more ways than one
The yearning that’s felt
Is of your own doing
live on sing strong
you’ve done no wrong

As she walks into the room. Time slows to a crawl.Heads turn in the dimly lit cafe. Men and women gawk alike. An air of presence precedes her. And it can’t be denied. The world now revolves round her. She glides through the room as if cherubs carried her on their backs.

In a darkened corner of the cafe sits Ezekiel. Nonplussed by her approach. He know who and what she is. No fanfare or chivalry comes from the darkened form. He stares into his almost empty rusty nail. Blood caked fingers spinning the stirrer.”Slumming?” he mutters. “Gentleman as always.” poison dripping from every syllable.

The air in the room began growing colder. “What’s the problem you want fixed now?”he asks raising his now empty glass. The bartender nods and commences prepping another rusty nail.

Marie takes a breath and releases a sigh. Tears well up in her pallid green eyes. As she begins to speak. He cuts her off, “No sob stories just tell me what you need done”. In reply she snaps”Well you have no sense for the dramatic.”

to be continued…..

He strode from the dark shadows. Clad in black leather. Carrying a pearl handled straight razor between nimble fingers.

Dripping blood not his own. Anger welled up in his gut. Shouts chased him down the alley. He continued unfazed. Confident in step.

Ezekiel, he is a prophet, a judge, and an executioner.

Be swift blade for your judgement is harsh.

To be continued……