Poetry
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Cold Darkness
Cold darkness. Continue reading
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Hard Frost
The tormented wail. Heavy tears of agony Fall beneath the black veil. The dead is carried By horse and carriage. A trail of sorrow follows Behind in silent march. The dark crow watches From a distant perch. Bitter cold wears On the frailty of the old; Their steps are slow, And measured. The hard frozen Continue reading
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What They Can’t See
“You should smile more” a stranger says; yet she dies on the inside.She stares at him as if she is looking through a glass pane.In her eyes are years of torment and unceasing rain.Silence is all she can muster; he is shaken as he looks upon her. Continue reading
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The Final Release
In that moment she was set free, And shed tears of joy in quiet peace. She inhaled deeply the memories of agony And with eyes of fire, Exhaled agony in her final release. Antonio Vivaldi: Nisi Dominus, RV 608. No.4 Continue reading
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Deception of love
In my spirit I was unhappy But you told me you loved me, And my desire for you blinded me With false affirmation of sincerity; What freed me was the discovery Of your deceit and hypocrisy. Continue reading
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Last Kiss
In frailty and with his final tears he kissed her; In agony and through earnest whispers he said to her: Continue reading
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Fallen Dreams
Pursuing the light In darkness I fall In a quiet room Tears of silent Agony on pillows fall In late summer Hopes of love fade Before the fall— Continue reading
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Live Again
With many agonies And inner pain Through dark nights And the dawn again She lived with scourge And cold dark rain For the secrets she held She took the blame They called her crazy A woman insane The vilest among them Even cursed her name Until that day an angel came And said to her; Continue reading
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To love again
In a winter’s breath You said, “I love you” With every breath My soul desires you; Breathe life into me Once more Resurrect me from The hell of lonely torment; See the desires of my heart Forever let me relive That moment. Continue reading
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A Poem for her
A stranger propositions her And she accepts with a smile. Her body dances loudly But quietly her spirit cries; See her deep wounds; See the torment in her eyes. She earns her money — But every time, The depths of her are left behind. Continue reading
Intimate Compositions 