Have you ever feared the blowing wind And the shadows of the night; Or felt the eerie tingling chill Of a specter by your side. In the darkness of these empty streets I have heard the spirit screams, just echoes of a lonely life deep in the world of dreams.
They gave it all to gain the world, to claim it for their own, these selfish little impish souls to whom the night belongs. Cast down by love they never knew, they search for Peace and Light; only to find emptiness — in the shadows of the night.
When dreams are cast away and sorrow’s burden settles When torment rips at one’s soul and empties all vitality hollow canyons wail where once satisfaction flowed
We torment ourselves with imagined outcomes merely begging for another chance Pain filled pleadings to grace But the linear nature of our reality precludes our delusion of possibility spent, time passes inexorably on
Heavy is the only way to describe it the feeling of one’s chest when bound in the struggle enduring the aching of regret resilience bides its time well and creeps in starts and fits toying with memories inspiring brief moments of joy
Healing comes as sure as morning the taste of life once again scars can often change perspectives and make unsure our path ahead tears will fall in spurts and sputters but so will joy and laughing spree somehow unknown life re-blossoms we dare reach for the sun again
It was so easy to watch them smile while watching them growing up Discovering life, making their way Becoming what they will be Making us laugh with glee and joy their treasures they gathered just so memories of days when they smiled meanings lost behind unspoken words
It seemed so normal like any other day A pat on the head a kiss on the cheek who can remember the words we said parting our ways and living our lives the busyness of business filling the hours Just humming along passing so fast While they were hiding and cowering in the clenches of fear and pure terror
Death came visiting the halls and danced amid pleas for mercy and forgiveness but death knows nothing but the harvest. walking with purpose he chooses his prize nothing can be done but to mourn and cry to remember the smiles and the good times living with regret and sorrow, embracing pain counting the tears that never stop falling
Muddy watered river flows,
gently drifting its winding path.
Farms and orchards dip in their toes,
bounded by a margin of grass.
To cast my line into its depths,
watch the ripples grow in size.
Water bugs racing to and fro,
speckled sun - a water color sky.
No need for fish to break the spell
just draw it in and cast again.
Breathe in deep that fresh green smell,
a quiver, a strike; the long pole bends
The battle is on - though fierce it's brief,
a run a pull and reel it on in.
Released back into the river - set free;
prepare the hook, cast it again.
Corn fields shimmer with a gentle breeze
birds sing songs as old as the wind,
the lane nearby long and straight.
Just draw it in and cast again.
When waking from this long suffered dream.
being the old man that I never foresaw,
I am grateful for those days in the sun
where as a child I grew both strong and tall.
By brian francis
I watch the sun rise, and pass on overhead, And I see the others flying south again. I wish that I could go, but I’ll stay here instead, my broken wing and I fighting against the wind.
Winter is coming; the leaves are turning brown, the nights are getting cooler, and darkness lingers on. Low clouds on the horizon are telltale of the storm. Whispers beckon in the wind coming from the north.
I feel it as it touches me, the cold, cold hands of fate. I know that I can’t get away, so I’ll lay here and wait. While on wings far overhead, the others pass me by, Oh, how I want to join them, but my broken wing can’t fly.
Cold rain falls upon my back; cold wind blows in my face. Soon the numbness touches me, then soon the light will fade. Then I will cast away this shell, its broken wing and all, To start on a new journey, I will fly into the sun…
She caught the midnight bus to take her down the highway The life that she’d been living had never been her own She packed her bags and took a room down at the motel She slipped away the way her father once had done Danny had waited that first night for her returning He would have chased her if only he had known But by the morning a state line stood between them And the wheels just kept on turning until she was gone
PBR and a shot of Walker had helped him pass the evenings That sense of loneliness was tearing at his soul He’d heard a rumor that she’d run away with a soldier Moved to the Philippines and found happiness at last Red or black don’t matter he just wanted another Walker And they kept them coming until the money was all gone He’d stumble home most nights assuming he could find it But the bushes by the bank had often served as his home.
She’d come home again when her mother passed last winter. She had found Danny standing at the bar just down the road They talked about the time that had passed since she left him She told him how rough times had often worn her to a nub He could only look at her and remember why he loved her The pain had faded and was lost as he looked into her eyes As she walked away again his sorrows were at once upon him Line them up he said as he felt the cleaving of his soul
I have felt you cleaving great pieces from my being. Leaving me to care for my wounds, whimpering alone, Like to toss a canvass over me, to conceal my torture, Until you again choose to sculpt me yet even more. I am the rough image you coax perfection from within. Always becoming what you desire – chiseled pieces fall away. Fearing that a fatal flaw might be found deep within– to be tossed away with the unwanted shards of my being.