Winter rain falling
down the back of my red neck
dreams of coming spring

Seven Moons of Shaldimoor

She stands overlooking the valley
Where the river winds along the floor
Below the great Fountain of Rainbows
That have been the pride of Shaldimoor

Far up the Pinnacle of Heaven
Rise the high Towers of Tomorrow
Looking down upon the lush valley
At the great river known as Sorrow

A breeze is blowing lightly southward
As the fountain flows toward the valley floor
She stands there, her eyes filled with wonder
Beneath the seven moons of Shaldimoor

I hear Him, when He whispers
and, the air around me suddenly turns warm,

not like an epiphany
more like the air has thoughts, and it takes a different "form",

I'm allowed to know all, the reasons, "why?".

My soul awakens,
allowing the pureness of His energy to take hold,

as if I had a choice to resist,
then, I'd miss the message my spirit's told;

and I feel love, enough, to cry.

I hear His whispers,
they have a way to "clutch" my throat, if when I talk

through silent corridors and open doors
I hear dripping taps constant as a
ticking clock, repetitive splotch on the
quite side of a nocturnal dawn.

'tis way past midnight shall
soon sleep on dreamed up illusions,
it's a happy day that light wakes me
from such confusions.

I liaise my static pose
poignant thoughts cling
beneath this veil, untold
tales that fail to fade.

the night she knows
my ailing and woes
requite my retraction
as I nestle in repose.

Dancing like fire, we spin like planets
In that moment we froze like ice
Paused, momentary illusion
I looked through the mirror, into another reality

As the mirror shows my true heart
I quivered like prey
The room wept with me
As the angels feathers fell lovely on the floor

And in those feathers, I felt her soul
So stunning and tamed, yet violently wild
She spun stories of love around the men’s heads
In her hourglass, a web of souls wait for their ends

In the world where day meets night
gather those who crave moonlight
these devils
await

As the madness in their minds
fills them with deadly designs
these creatures
salivate

Monsters' faces always vary
so of strangers' eyes be wary
for it may be that deep inside
far beneath a pleasant hide
a monster lurks so very near
with a snarl and a sneer
needing just a minor jolt
causing the human shell to molt
unleashing the bringer in disguise
as you become its tender prize

Eli’s W

Lie with me when dusk settles,
sooth my mind on
your bed of rest, drain all life’s
contemptuousness.
tarry on silkworm’s pattern.
This is asked honestly, honest,
answers only that match
our mood.
Give chase to driven person
snapping,
toe to heel, slip off.
Pour wine, as artist mimes juices
shall also flow,
watch a tail hole, then
wag my will.
Etched are my smiles….

The whimpers came from deep in the dark
Between the buildings grey
Killer heard them, from in the park
It seemed to be that way...

Curious to see, what made the sound
He strained to see through gloom
Walking slow, turning round and round
He heard the cry of the doomed

A dog lay panting, slashed and broke
In the trash from the big high-rise
He dropped the roach, after one more toke
And knelt with a little sigh

Diary

Dear Diary
Nobody knows what Hell I go through each day
Except you
You alone are my tower of strength
You alone are on my wavelength

Dear Diary
Everyone believes they can turn me around
But only you can
Just you alone will save me from myself
You alone have been there yourself

Your 'Dear Diary' I will become
Break you from the desire for Rum
Your 'Dear Diary' I have become
Break your cycle and craving to run

I walk to the crest of a hill
Caught in a misty sea
Loosely enfolded in sun shattered light
In the garden of Cymru.

Gradually the landscape appears
Out of the glister gauze
Unrolling green knotted mountains and fields
Filling my eyes with applause.

Below the sheep in the valley
Munch on the diamond dew
Nonchalantly eating the sparkling blades
Beaded with droplets of blue.