the rest is silence

with wings outstretched

the setting sun can turn a raven blue

feathers tangled in branches that cradle

after that fateful plunge from the sky

black claws let go

throw your head back and laugh

at the fly that eats your eyes
at the maggots in your belly

at the inevitable decay

birds are meant to stay in the sky

but we all are worms in the end.

well, he�s not here though

and i am

palm on my lower back

he pulls me to him to whisper toxins

no one will ever know

i know

i�ll always remember

no

but that second

i feel my sex electric

his hard persuasion against me

bait for sinners

pounding in my breast

more whispers

to get his lips closer to mine

his tongue inside

my hunger is wet

lust he speaks with foreign tongue

i ache for warmth

surrounding me and filling me

i will tell no one

i would tell

i can keep no secrets

no

but in that instant

gratification pulses in my mind

the seed of infidelity

i fondle with the thought

and save it for myself tonight

no

i am a tease for temptation

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Walking home
I saw a baby bird at my feet
Never seeing
Dead.

Without touching
I knew instinctively how he would feel.

No feathers

Fetus.

Wondering time

I thought how long his corpse would stay

Nearing decay

Perish.

Waiting there

I heard a grackle scream in an evergreen

No mother

Mourns.

Lullaby

Love, lay down your head
And hear the sighing seas
Of naked crimson in the sheets
The waning sun agrees

The land unfolds its blanket
of warm and dark in me
With this lullaby for quiet
I bribe the birds in every tree

A harvest moon fades
Pushing light behind the breeze
Tomorrow we move again
The honey and the bees

So kiss goodnight, Love
and lay down close to me
Loose our thoughts in slumber
Find our dreams in we.

Sleep within this shelter made
of love a guarantee
Wear a promise �round your neck
A life, a home, a key.

The Sounds of Snow

The snow makes a sound as it hits the ground
If we could only listen.
All at once it sounds like the wind
A blowing silencing hymn
Just like a thousand mothers
Whispering to their babies �hush�

Yes, the snow makes a sound when it hits the ground
But only for an instant.
All alone it sounds just like your blood
Swishing through your veins
And the rhythm of the snow�s song
Is your heartbeat�s thumping in your ears.

I believe the snow makes a sound as it hits the ground
But only the broken-hearted can hear it.
Its sounds like your lover�s breath
after the last time you kissed him.
It sounds like the tears being made in your eye
It reverberates in your soul;
That is the sound of snow.

My poem

My poem is unfinished.
The lines don't rhyme
and the meters all wrong
but it is still a work in progress.
I'm still looking for the words,
trying to find the right meaning
to say a lifetime.
So maybe the end is unknown
and the middle is unwritten
but I think I know just where to start
Here...
is were it begins.
A life of prose to grow with me
from these humble beginnings.
My poem is unfinished.

For M

Road lays out in miles
across seemingly endless land.
Distance yawns between you, love
and my outstretched hand.

Days for your voice to reach me
when you call out my name.
Without your smile each morning
the sun never shines the same.

Over mountains, rivers and lakes
I wait for you to bridge the gaps
Swim the rivers and the lake
Walk across the snowy caps.

To beat the miles you must recall
to love when I'm not there
Kiss the rain when it falls,
breath the wind like it's my air

Feel the sun like my embrace
Watch the moon glow like my eyes
Know it's love and not proximity
that truly binds the ties.

So though the miles seem daunting
and the days creep slowly by
We will be together again
and greet each other with a sigh.