The Old

Without pace and sight, the old do struggle so-
I watch them crawl,
I taste their woe.
And how sad their faces are cast-
Most years taken -
Each second, nearly last.

On black Tuesdays they have shaken hands with death,
Watched loved ones fall,
Bereft of any breath.
And so familiar tears,
Scold their weathered cheeks,
Another purchased Christmas gift,
That they sadly keep.

They pray to God to keep them sane -
A place in heaven,
A cottage in their name.
Then wonder deeply how it would feel,
To hold such belief - and believe it real.

But do not worry or lose your faith,
You are the old -
The wisest of our race.
In giving life to others, you are infact Gods.
Aiding evolution,
Painting stars inside starry pods.

You will die,
But forever you will last,
As the remnant of a galaxy-
Beautiful in cast.

Liquid Blue

I stand between mountains, and mirror the sky,
Guide her vessel across my body,
She feels safe - and is kept dry.
She dives -
And spilling endlessly around her,
I ease her swim,
Exiling woe and banishing sin.

The obedient fish guard her borders,
Drinking roots, pay attention - ready for orders.
Dropping softly the leaves do fall,
Like tears of my struggle
Unseen and ignored.

For all that I command, and endeavor to do,
Her heart remains blind -
And mine liquid blue.

Heavy Wrist

Please, I beg,
Don't let me dream of her on my broken bed.

Silk touch spills from her every glance,
A silhouette of us defines romance -
And Lies scattered at the doors of the loveless.
Unobtrusive, we reflect the sky,
Weave delicately, amongst the crowds,
And kiss deeply.
I never could remain in such a dream-
Such sheer delight,
Ecstatic streams through endless night.

Please, I beg,
Don't let me awake alone on my broken bed.

Without introduction my reality creeps,
Dispels the treasured ruins,
And barricades the keeps.
The once calm ocean becomes a riot -
Its Dreaded storm brings down my pilot
And Leaves me seasick, and cast limp upon a pier-
So that deep inside, (emptiness-revived),
I fear- love and hope, will not survive.

Please, I beg,
Don't let me go on with a broken bed.

I lie with heavy wrists, unable to move,
Breath in, breath out - I am without mood.
A pointless decision or feel of appetite,
I've lost my spirit, my ambition
My fight.

Facebook

Do you write in the Devil's book?
Upload your thoughts and outer look,
Change your status and your view,
Contact old friends to call new...

Do you chat and poke and stalk these people?
Names familiar across places unequal.
Empathy, a lost design,
An empty phrase,punctation -
Begin new line!

Would I know you if I wasn't a member?
Would we speak and feel thoughts so tender?
But alas, you are not, and were never mine,
I feel betrayed -
I was just a line.