BENEATH THE CYPRESS TREE

Cypress Lawn Memorial Park GarettPhotography

 

Evil waits for you and me

beneath the tall cypress tree.

It comes in the dark of night,

won’t leave without a good fright.

The mausoleum is dark.

We only came on a lark.

Time for us to run and go.

The wind says, “I don’t think so.”

 

THE DEAD GAME

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A WISH

 

 

In the heart of darkness.

In the midst of sorrow.

In the angst of despair.

Lies a bright light.

A ray of sunshine.

A dream for better times.

A wish for the future.

 

THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR

 

 

Anguish is my sole friend.

Tentacles wrap me close

with its wiry arms of despair.

The day holds no easement for my pain.

The sun shines too bright from its tall pedestal.

The night brings forth the proud moon

that rides the sky with its chariot of horses.

Its glow lights the hearts of the forgotten.

Its reflection soothes the troubled soul.

One more minute before I join the others.

The ones who search for the white reflection

in the cold depths below.

DROWNING

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I’m lost,

Drowning in despair,

Falling deeper into sorrow.

I want to let go,

And sink to the bottom,

My head submerged.

With no fight left in me,

No will to go on,

The darkness will take me.

Into its arms,

I willingly go.

I’m ready to surrender

To the everlasting void.

WASH AWAY MY PAIN AND SORROW

 

 

 

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away,
To places, we cannot even say.
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine,
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.

STAND TALL

BUDS OF HOPE
In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.
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We are attacked by...

 

 

In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.

 

TO DREAM

 

 

 

When night comes softly
On feet as light as air,
I can see clearly
Of what I shouldn’t care.

Alone on this hilltop
With the embracing cold,
Boundaries cannot stop
Me from being so bold.

I want to look at the night,
Gaze out into the unknown,
Dare to dream of my flight,
And dream of where I have flown.

Secrets hidden in darkness,
Beneath a cloak of despair.
Shadows roaming in blackness,
A striking and deadly pair.

At night I can roam free
And sail forth on gossamer wings.
Be all that I can be
No matter what the dark night brings.

 

GONDOLIER

Gondolier

coiour-my-world:

“Gondolier” by Igor Zenin

The clouds touch the water.

Pink merges with green.

Crooked tree prays for help.

But it can’t be seen.

A rower drifts alone.

Held aloft by the green.

A fantasy world so close.

Too bad it can’t be seen.

THE END

fire and hail

Time has stopped in mid-flight.

Clouds have ceased circling the earth.

The sun refuses to show its face.

Time has come to an end.

My heart feels hollow and empty.

Panic fills the empty spaces.

My love has come to an end

And so too has mankind.

A battle rages between my lovers

Built upon passion and deceit.

The winner takes all,

And soon even me.

The earth trembles in despair.

A blanket of darkness covers all.

The battle rages in its fury.

Clashes of swords echo its thunder.

Frozen in place I stand,

Waiting for the uncertain outcome.

Who will be left standing

to take my cold h​and?