Pulse

this was written over three years ago...long time i know. sifting through diary pages brought me to it....



I've been screaming all night,
the sounds that they don't get.
Not their fault,they're far,far away,
they've walked into the blazing sunset.

I tried to tell them my fears,
my face tainted with tears.
All that I ever held dear,
is gone.now no more near.

I've been talking to the shadows,
the moonbeams caressing the bed,
of the carved etched rock,
a halo around my head.

Its morning already,
I've been awake all night.
This place....so lost
hollow deserted...right.

Look here he comes now
to me, oh at last.
He put the lilies beside my head,
don't leave,not so fast.

The scent of white lilies
rhythmic mourning...
They still cant hear me scream
and silent while I yell.
I talk and listen
in my grave...
the carved etched rock
around my head...
the ground
now my tomb.....
now my bed.

Bruised

Oval,red
falling through space,
edges turned
beauty spurned.

Falling again,
flashes of red
pure blissful dread.

Cut,tampered,distorted
rolling into a whirling mass
of red.
Lifeless,homeless
almost dry,
the petals of a rose flower

A red rose flower
that in their struggle
for survival were
bruised.....

Siphon

Somebeing ,
has siphoned out
a soul,my soul.
Leaving me
numb, vacuumed .

Somebeing
has wrenched out
a tear.
And painted
a lonely scar.

Somebeing....