Fever DreamIn this fevered delirium nothing stands to reason. The sweat pouring from my brow, running into my eyes this is Pestilence in its truest form. My heaving breaths ache as each breath brings pain. These things which I have gaze upon ebb and flow as the rivers of time. Sleep comes soon but such heated dreams when the body’s temperament is in flux. I see the nightmares of my youth twisting contortions of horrible forms which threaten to swallow my sanity. My eyes blur with a wash of heat as I jostle from sick slumber. She is there, waiting for me, her eyes cool as the autumn breeze which achingly escaped me.Her hand cool upon this stove’s brow, her words like songs to sooth the heaving fires within me. Are you an angel or a ghost to haunt my weakened body? O’ your tender touch does sooth the blazing flesh. Have you come to welcome me to the heavens? Or shall I remain among the confines of my heavy shell? Or worse still, must I plead for salvation for my wickedness, lest
Day Old Coffee, Week Old LifeDay old coffee,Week old lifePiles of boxes,Expectations highI am tiredYet widely awakeWhen to get this startedWhen to waitI pace the floorCan’t hesitateTo leave this place
Voices of Angels, Voices of ManWe bathe ourselves in reflection,upon our live's last breaths.A mortal coil shuffled as snake,a forked tongue laid to rest.White lies sew our fabric tightly,reflections of words in our eyes.did we mean all that was spoken?Or shall we condemn for the wise?Mistakes are made to be human,words spoken without fact.We seek knowledge gradually,Without need of devil's pact.To err is to be human,to understand this makes us wise.No truer words been spoken,within the boundary of our lives.
A Letter for a Loved One LostDearest Aunt Susan,It has been a year since the cancer plucked the strength from your bones and called down the chariots of heaven to take you home. Not a day has passed that I do not think of you. Not a day has passed since I remember the promise which I was never able to keep. I feel horrible for this, though I know deep in my heart, you are smiling down on me and telling me not to worry about it. You and I were of like mind. We looked at the world with morbid curiosity and humor. We shared our thoughts every week, though every week since you’ve been gone it goes without saying that I am still waiting. I haven’t brought myself to erase your number from my phone. I keep waiting for the emails that will never come, the laughs we can no longer share and the smiles I will never see.It has been raining for the last four days, today being no exception. The rain is joined by my tears as I remember the last time I saw your smiling face. It doesn’t get easier sometimes. I