Comfort

• • Their courageous embrace
    It panics my senses.
    A subtle reaction not seen
    My face shifts. I blunder.
    Their comfort reminds me.
    
    I remember her face.
    But her name escapes me.
    It once was. But it isn't now.
    A ringing, a sound of warning.
    She was.. Once. Or rather she is
    
    She, IS a... A master of balance.
    An artist with time.
    A mistress of history.
    An interest of mine.
    
    The sound from the bells awake me
    Church bells not withstanding.
    They remind me of summers past.
    I dwell within her singing.

 

Taste

They gave up on thinking. 
They forced their hand.
They gave up on moving.
They were buried in sand.

A monolith they carried.
Astounded they stood.
A meager position.
A bridge made of wood.

Swift fires undaunting.
Swell tiding came quick.
Shivering tendencies. 
Signs leading to nowhere. 

They came on horseback.
They said they knew best.
They are slightly soft spoken 
The horsemen in the pale moon light.

Easy came quickly.
Earnestly so.
Esther's cold shoulder fits the bill. 
Ends of the earth, the ends of days

You cannot escape the cruel intentions of ghostly figures. 
They will follow you in the peripherals of your sight in the darkest caverns of your mind. 

At night they will haunt you. 
At night it will be too late..

Lago

The breeze encased in iron
Uneasy sighs as the justice of morrows past, eclipse the scolding moonlight of a native sun. 

Redemption through excellence. 
Restriction by obliteration. 
The Lake stood still for years.
Only the passing rain caused a shiver.

When will the maiden voyage return?
Above whispers of neglect.
And silent hateful signs of affection. 
While at sea I saw her.
While away, Like a stone I've sat. 
In the darkness. 
Her laughter is all she wrote.

Castillo en un Barco

The waining and panning of a dusted shallow. 
Unmistakable affirmation of guilt
The sullen uneasiness of the bare breasted enchantress. 
Easy did it. 
Did it with out a second guess.
Unaware there was no second chance. 

The first encounter with the pathetic nods of a frivolous philistine. 

Now the castle stands high above the lake. beneath the clouds on a boat made of sand. 
Unmoved.
Guarded by stones longing to board.
Longing to sink.
And to live forever beneath the superficial pangs of the sun. 

Oh god why did she have to happen.
Just as I was doing so well without her.

En Las Nueves

Today the storm broke.
An atomic bomb of surprise.
Spring awoke like a muffled heartbeat.
 A crystal obelisk to Spanish royalty. 

Light glimmers on weekends.
Sundays unforgiving
Sanded dollars 
Wounded elk
In the sky's of larking shadows. 

My eyes open at the possibility.
Stars with broken wings.
Angels with stolen hearts.
The aches of freedom.
pressed to the edge of sanity.
Now in the skys.
Clouds above orphaned ambitions.
Laughter no longer recurring 

Angels dancing in a midsummer's night

It is cold.
Above me the abyss
The City's ironic glare. 
A work of art. 
Her rendition of van Gough 
Without the subtle strokes. 

Below. 
Globes, radiant globes. 
Worshiped by monoliths. 
Stoned architects of the wild.
The rhythm of the night...
It banishes cowardly spirits. 
Holstered arias. Bested by beasts.

The sky erupts. 
The silence now triumphant. 

The pin drop is heard. 

A weapon of mass destruction.