Archives: February2010

• ~The Bane~

  She stood at the bow….
  Eyes to the sea…
  Her callous heart…
  As frigid as could be.
  Cold and obstructed…
  The mephitic aroma…
  Of her emotional melanoma…

• ~Pour Into My Spirit~

  pour into my spirit a sustenance
  of purity and goodness of soul.

• ~Famine to Feast~

  Far flung savageries had wrought…
  The Little Maiden’s spirit…
  Way more than it had ought…

• ~Tiny Giggles~

  Silly giggles of laughter…
  I store upon my shelf….

• ~Tender Ember~

  stored within the box
  are the flintlocks of my pain
  put away from childhood
  with prayers they would wane.

• ~Gratitude~

  in parched deserts far ~
  they bow their heads…
  soldiers ever thankful ~
  that they are fed.
  color and creed ~
  are absent there…
  as brethern now ~
  they kindly share.