Thursday, August 27, 2009

Old Fashioned.

a brush, a stroke, a smear
riding over the dusty snow
a mistake, a tear, a smudge
its over its done its not always final.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Lost or Running

The mist follows down the slippery rocks
Can it hold?
The ashes blow into the fierce winter wind
Will they dissolve?
The dew evaporates into the heat and dryness of the mid morning
Ever to return?
Here and Gone, Then and Now.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Starting Fresh

The cover opens to reveal the blackened sky
Evil encompasses.
The rivers have overflown and now spread their fifth over the land
Evil rises.
Falling, Fading, Crashing
Evil Wins.