Panic at the…

Slinking through the crowd. Voices jumbled, colors loud. Walls are compacting, now closing. Mannequins imposting. Staring and over beating. Fleeing through molasses. Twisting turning, there go my glasses. Stopping, thrown through a loop. Breathing erratic, trying to regroup. Boxed in, can’t breathe. Panic stricken, need to leave. Thoughts racing, Legs bracing. Tear stricken cheeks. Worst … Continue reading Panic at the…

Crossroads

This is a post I didn’t expect to write. I never intentionally set out to write poetry on this blog. Poetry is a past time, but I had never let anyone else read it. Honestly, In the past I hardly ever shared any of my writing. I have been at it almost 17 years and … Continue reading Crossroads

Fertile Ground

Weather worn hands penetrate virgin soil. Life implanted through blood and toil. Years of work On the open field. Bring to them a fruitful yield. But when the land Is passed onto child. Gluttony runs awild. Impetuous and Forsaken. Growing nothing, And only taking. Eventually they starve and die. The land however waits... Offering men … Continue reading Fertile Ground

Turn

A tap on the shoulder, And the weight of the world shifts. Like a car with a blown out clutch. Clutched in my hands are fragmented words. Words... My words turned you away from me. So, I turn about face, to face the music. Only to face a mere reflection. A photo copied piece of … Continue reading Turn

The Promised Land

The brazen breeze, and bitter taste. A thousand grains, not one a waste. Heat assaults without reason. Burning with tears of treason. The barren stretches will consume, all who falter in it’s womb. Blood stained land! By an act of man, or by the devils hand? Flesh of my flesh. Fused together we mesh, Blood … Continue reading The Promised Land

Hot Night

Heat builds, Passion boils. A feather touch, My heart recoils. Your whispers tickle. Limbs entwined. Goosebumps prickle, Loosing my mind. Fused hips, Quivering lips. The world burns bright, On this hot night...

Electricity

Late night. Moods right. A lingering touch, Your body; my crutch. I lean in for more, Your being I tour. Grasping. Gasping. A fusion of skin, Leaves not; but a grin. The buildup of heat, When our eyes finally meet.