second verse from a naive imaginary pop song

and I was back in eighty five
when everyone was still alive
and nobody had dragged the world away
from the futures we had planned
to change the face of every land
we thought that hope was ours and here to stay
but that would change out in eighteen
as all the world had lost its scene
and screamed out for that better yesterday

The Trees Are Timid

trees are timid in this land
the woodsmen are sovereign
and the forest fears their hand
its old gods scream in pain
and pray one day for man’s demise
his inventive mind to still
for an end to his avarice
the desire for the kill
and when at last the man is gone
his tracks grown over too
the parliament of trees will rise
to paint this world anew.

Monuments

these monuments are nought
but earth and shit and blood
and scar the world
moreover
where no sore ever should
and I see not ruined stones
or former glory
in blind awe
but the broken souls
of shamed mankind
sealed within their cores

In Autumn’s Heart

as I write I watch leaves fall
though these lines aren’t about leaves at all
within this stanza I will impart
my love for you in autumn’s heart
to carry on through winter’s cold
even as my heart grows old
this rhyme will last as if new
as this rhyme’s reason is but you.

The Picture

her portrait casts no shadow
but for the silver frame
in which she smiles
a smile that light itself
would not dare to tame.

Love App-ens

I tap out some little hearts
on a magic backlit screen
they need no interpretation
you’re aware of what they mean
and how the words behind them
are played inside my head
joined in songs so sweetly held
with words already said.

Upon Waking

I was broken in the last dream
a child’s doll cast aside
once cared for and coddled
now naked
and scarred with ballpoint ink
on the lookout for my lost arm.

5-7-5 (take three-hundred-and-seventy-eight : candle)

the candle burns down
and as its smoke curls upward
my thoughts turn to dreams

Peace (unfinished)

I look upon a bird
which isn’t native to my shores
in the hope she makes her home here
for now and evermore
Her feathers promise solace
and her song it calms the seas
of turbulence within the souls
of all this bird have seen

5-7-5 (take three-hundred-and-seventy-seven : stars)

It is not the stars
but the space between them all
which measures my love