The sun was shining in the early morning cold,
The pigeons fluttered noisily from their roosts
On the streets old men nodded and exchanged greetings
The coffee was not quite hot enough though the muffin
was delicious.
The day before it rained.

Slumber gone my brain is weeping
in my blankets i’ve been keeping,
Till your roasted scent comes creeping
Black coffee, sleep’s final reaping.

Like the phases of the moon,
On some nights we shone full and bright,
Others we were slivers of light in the night sky,
From time to time we vanished in the blackness.
And finally some nights we hung, 
comfortably gibbous.

In the frigid northern mountains

winds blow sick with woe,

the living locked in weary war

draw ragged hoary breaths.

-

The fallen gasp expiring calls,

each bloody day a death.

From ridge to cave an early grave

a woven thread of fate, run out.

-

The dying soldiers here enmeshed

come from distant soil,

drawn by unseen politic’d pens

to war on bloody Afghan sands.

-

Free from fear of mortal danger

others walk the frozen wastes

silence is their vehicle 

their deathly weapon, Time.

-

In this place where fear does murder

laying low who kill to live,

men and deathly angels wed

that joined in fate become undead.

-

So seek your deaths but return nightly

rifle close, your life in hand.

Do not think you’ll pass by lightly…

Lilith walks the dark blood sands.

-

This demon’s teeth are bared in hunger

stalking deadened mountains steep

to feed on those that trespass here

who’d rather in their homelands sleep

-

Legions past have come to fall

their dead left in Afghan lands

Grave footholds on which they stand

that slip wraithlike from cold hands

-

As before them so will these new

though sturdy warriors from afar

bend before the timeless mountains

Where Lilith holds death’s door ajar

-

Though the might of man may grow

they’lll not find purchase on this land

Each army bloodied turns towards home

Lilith ever walks the sands.

We’ve come so far together

Like I never thought we would

And I never wanted to have this conversation

But I guess maybe we should

We met in spring, a year ago

The time’s flown by, I still can’t go

Spring gave way to summer

And Summer fell to Fall

And you went to make your own way

The obstacles seemed so tall

You and I we tried to fly

Though the distances were so far

But we flew to long, and we flew to high

We pirouetted through the winter sun 

Now spring’s returned, our circle’s closed

We have nowhere else to run

And as spring rains turn to summer heat

I feel my heart has missed the beat

The signs of new growth upon the old

I hate, if I may be so bold

Signs I tried hard to ignore

Budding flowers and so much more

Could it be there’s not much further to this season’s race?

I’ve tried my best to keep the pace

My breath I’d catch, if I could see your face.

Though it may not be for me.

Listen close, you friend of mine

To a tale that I held close.

A whisper in the moon’s cold ear:

Memories made falsely clear.

//

Twixt the trees and brush

Of wooded mountain terrace fair,

Two lovers there did dare to duel

With eyes and clever tongues

//

Sparring neath the blue hued sky

Fair well they knew the stakes.

Yet Eros’ sparks they failed to quell

Til dark night found them toss’d.

//

Cloaked in black and city’s light

On grassy hillside, tender armor lost,

Shorn away fore break of bread

Cold wind warm bodies, Tuscan red.

//

Dawn’s dusky glow rose to meet;

Still, in lovers tender arms they lay,

Which did warm but not assuage

The misgivings they had made.

//

Lust, an old and familiar friend,

Winked and called them to its door

An offered kindly substitute for trust

Which turned swiftly and began to ebb.

//

Our memories are made of these

Lost scenes drifting on the breeze.

I would rather feel their blow

Than know that I had fled.

//

In final judgment, let them say

That I arose to meet the fray,

Chasing dreams that fell away.

Ignorance does not excuse ignorance.

Only love excuses ignorance.

-

Blithely round and round we go

“Distance”

GOP

Election year has come again, bringing aging pompous men

 full of really bright ideals scared of what the truth reveals.

 Perry, Romney, Bachmann, Paul Cain (Not Abel) and that’s not all.

 Gingrich too could win the race although the past he’ll have to face.

 Misplaced facts and social gaffs make it seem it’s all for laughs.

 We might think it’s all quite funny except they make our country runny.

 So we’ll chuckle quiet tears praying to absolve our fears.

 Someone has to take the lead we all hope they’re not a weed

 choking up our nation’s garden. Jesus save us, grant us pardon.