Staying Alive

I will find a way,

Through a jungle of ice.

In the cold of winter's bite,

Bleary-eyed in blind trust,

I will blaze a buoyant trail.

Poppy

Like looking through broken window pane?
Ice fragments are all that now remain?
Casting light on a perfect memory.
Eyes on weeping heart of love,
On history of a dreaming child,
Before the dance of life became,
Fighting shadows rain of lies and hurt.
Blood wine ghosts of family's wounds,
Whispers softly, "Trust is now responsibility."
Time flows through you to choose.
Bitter sweet, as cold teeth bite deep.
Society rules who's fit for life?
Outside sign reads, "This property is condemned".
A soul's closed door, hinge broken into.
Fight on, perservere
Never to forget, mending mire.
The threatening thraws of scoffing maw.
Stand up with no regret, regrow glad-hand.
Stand, stand, stand up sweet mavin.
Strong is the Raven's Knight.
Wing-shield of rainbow colours above,
Brave is love adore your paladin.

My Sarah

You are spots and dots, my dappled friend,

A perfect black diamond at your peak.

Love is all you give me,

Love is all I seek.

We walk this road together,

You always at my side,

Astride we stroll, our footfalls,

A rhymic rhythem glide.

Life springs green,

Through Summers dust, Autumns leaves,

The white of Winters snow.

To the time of days,

Through months and years we go.

May the loylity in me,

Match the nobility in you.

"A teacher's pet" some may say,

And that very well may be true,

But which is the teacher,

You on your four feet,

Or me on my two?

Remembering You

So many years have gone by,

So much in me has changed,

So much of you in me remains.

All the love of who you were,

Is so much of who I am.

May, 23, 2007

No claw paw can hold me,

Soft lips touch my ear.

This spirit runs free.

An open palm waves,

Sweet in the scent of your hand.

To touch, to taste, to tickle,

The thrill gentle, fan of colour,

Gift sent from my mother.

Be free and fly if you choose,

And stay with me awhile.

Honey words of love my muse,

Drift down from above...

Getting Real

Ever been so cold and hungry, so lonely, that you are willing to rip your guts out and eat'm for breakfast? I feel like a junkyard dog behind a cyclone fence who has been teased, stick poked, and baited beyond the point of sanity. Society tells me, "be good, keep quite, go lay down".
What a mind job. Ferruled is my lilac walking stick. Named her "Herrenvolk thumper", and I plan to use it because I know how.