Books, thick and thin; books, old and new Always keep the boredom at bay Leafy pages crooned as winds blew Whisp’ring in the glade where I lay. The sweet caress of fine words Like puffs of white clouds scutt’ring by Disperses beguiling hordes of melancholia, as dusk draws nigh.
A wrenching ache unique to her gender Disembarked upon her fleshy thighs. The cold fury of a vicious stranger Left her ravaged soul with a broken sigh. She laid whimp’ring in a pool of own blood Oozing from her sanctuary, now made bare. With dying breath, she beseeched starry horde To show her pity and … Continue reading The Rapist
From the parched lips of a dying past Breaks forth the plaintive cry of love- A stifled tremor at twilight’s cast reaching to vacant skies above. The tender bruise of graceful flower May heal in the dew of a new day; But a soul smudged with tearful showers May ne’er again rise to … Continue reading The Sad Cry of Love
The evening sun burned a trail in furrowed clouds, warming brackish waters with refulgent glow. Birds alighted from their nests under twilight’s shroud Swishing their tails as westerly winds sailed low. Then I heard her laughter like a running fountain, Cascading on the wind and dying with a sigh. In that moment of rapture, a familiar strain … Continue reading Fair Maiden
I see a subterfuge masquerading in mime of religion: a stooge saddled with blame for crime. I see a government ensconced in apathy And a people long spent with cheerless sympathy. I hear the cry of war, the ruinous din of hate. As the aggrieved weep sore for folks slain at their gates. … Continue reading Death’s Angel