seasoned arrows birthday candles flames highlight the years and passing shadows candles, joyous for children sensitive to middle age sentinel lights for the elderly a breath reduces the flames to smoldering wicks, a festive aroma encouraging smiles and other thoughts
its where the pavement ends and road signs are shot to death scattered sickly scrub brush with harpoon needles waits for victims sweeping lizard tail art marks ancient sand, evidence of survival everything breathing or searching for water is the appetite of the desert, a soulless vacuum encouraging the line to be … More COLD VENGEANCE
what is gentle to us when the curse of mourning lays desperate on our eyes collapsing granite souls as flowers bend and skies appear to fall onto shoulders as night holds sad the hostage, a weakened heart on its knees with questions rising from passive lips
unashamed smoky alleys, rock walls overlook back porch squatters pigeons wary of a changing breeze and strangers without wings garble a frightened message taking flight barred windows, forgotten garbage, and bells ringing, signal the top of the hour; for some the end, others, late for dinner
from the mouths of angels voices appeared like bonfires burning from their faces as the last clouds of day melted away their message rose from the edge like a half note of wind it was breath to breath a full measure without error that eternity holds the dreams of the dead
unkempt hours lacking value steal the breath out of day anxious wishing tries to move time, though fails against the push within the clutter of desks and chairs heads lean like gravestones while the eyes of one look like the eyes of another
a full moon exposes the rugged skin of a meadow a storm dead tree paths grown over broken stone walls as the wind speaks a disturbed language punishing ghosts and beating gravestones on a night overshadowed by a black cat and broken mirror magic
NEVER FORGOTTEN the best of life taken replaced with words a sketch of what lies below remembrances etched onto stone as pain releases and agony unleashes a river wide beyond sky where to go or see as the voice haunts like waters of a stream night and day passing through until faintly a … More NEVER FORGOTTEN
before counted time there was death where dreams cease like a broken branch nevermore to leaf the moon and stars care not the sun passes over the clouds and winds prevail while the spirit crosses a river or into a light those remaining shed tears washing out their souls remembering the last … More TO THE END
gently pass through the curtains beyond the mirage and rhythmical lines discovering the hidden within the folds of dreams where fingers finally touch the eternal bonds of winds flowing below the wings of angels speaking of what was lost now found cradled in the clouds where no one suffers from being without
Roger Singer 