Tryst

Tryst Feb 2016

Arise! Arise!
Oh wingless serpent
Oh jousting knight
Gleaming in sunlight
Arise like Samurai
Mounted on a steed
Of deadly sins
Arise and greet the morn
As wives grieve and mourn
As children grieve and mourn
As husbands grieve and mourn
Oh world, grieve and mourn
Our fallen knight
Our fell serpent
Our seven Samurai.

Tryst Feb 2016

Into the Void

Your quarter slotted playfully for your immortal game,
One player poised with eager hands to make the hall of fame,
One single life to beat the clock and score an epic ride,
Take up your stance and fix a trance to best the foes inside

up and up an angel flies
towards her gated heavenly skies
as fire and thunder fuel her rise
unto the great divide

Fingers blur and points amass as lesser scores go by,
The ticking clock relentless as it tolls a lullaby,
No time to waste with scenic routes, step up another stride,
Skilled muscles itch to reflex twitch and will not be denied

vaulted in her angel eyes
is written where your future lies,
her history of untold demise
for mortals yet untried

Climbing up the ladder reaching for the very top,
Aching limbs are slowing but your fingers dare not stop,
Eyes fixed on the highest score as seconds slip and slide,
Hold nothing back and keep on track to satiate your pride

*dreams are crushed when fate denies
an angel of her final prize
as night condemns her breathless sighs
to fade into the void

Tryst Jan 2016

In Fragile Hands

Thrusting hands mime silent screams
Choking gasps of sorrow

Nightmares wake from falling dreams
Counting down tomorrow

Flint and stone and sharpened bone
Guiding paths once taken

Flint-etched stone and sunbleached bone
Remnants long forsaken

Dust swept sands across the lands
Where once fine cities stood?

*Our future held in fragile hands
Of those who know they could

#clock #doomsday #armageddon

Tryst Jan 2016

Down in Wisconsin

Give me a line and a Wisconsin dime
And I'll plea till I'm free as I'm doing my time
And I won't chase the man for a stogie or can
When I leave this box of mine

Give me the fudge of a Wisconsin judge
With a hole in his soul and his wink and his nudge
And his steadfast denial of a right to fair trial
And his will that will not budge

Give me the hope of a Wisconsin rope
And a beam and the dream of the chance to elope
To the land of the free in a plot 'neath a tree
On a fishing river *****

#life #justice #miscarriage #avery #dassey #halbach

Tryst Jan 2016

Old Stars Shine

Old stars shine on long after life is gone,
Bright lights echoed through voids they leave behind;
Old remnants fade yet still their light lives on.

Born of old dust, born of a mothers son,
Born fated to repeat a mortal grind,
Old stars shine on long after life is gone,

One sparking flame igniting dreams anon,
Defying darkness drawn to drowned the mind;
Old remnants fade yet still their light lives on.

Bright stars that brightly burn oft' seem alone
Where lesser lights eclipsed are hard to find;
Old stars shine on long after life is gone.

Old stars must end when all their days are done,
But light once shone goes on to raze the blind;
Old remnants fade yet still their light lives on.

From dust to dust, from ash to ash, they shone
With fiery hearts fanned by a gift divined:
Old stars shine on long after life is gone,
Old remnants fade yet still their light lives on.

#villanelle

Tryst Nov 2015

Beneath Parisian Skies

Beneath Parisian skies she lies
In slumber, dreaming in her bed
Of yore gold leaves burned autumn red,
As cobbled streets cold rumors spread
Reciting her demise.

As summer hides from prying eyes
And winter looms to take her stead,
A fallen queen will raise her head
And cobbled streets rejoice to tread
Beneath Parisian skies.

Tryst Oct 2015

Quest For Change

Under over, below above
Upturned a downing silver,
Tossed up to fall to rise to prove
The wayward godly river
Churned this to that to thin to fat
Until the one eye opened,
Where singles dwell in mingled swell
And woe to woo is ripened.

Being the fifth ...

#love #life #mystery #questforseries