Wednesday, June 29, 2011

In the Island of White Sand

In an island of white sand
Come wafts of greenery
The scent of dry blood
Washed and cleaned
Blemish free
Amidst a sandy bog
Of mush and memory
Of a lost world
A blur of a face
Erased out
By tears and words
Within a labyrinth
Of hidden thoughts
Forbidden freedoms
Come alight
In a heart of darkness
Poems and mysteries
Of real love, bound
And tied
Only to be set free
In the island of lost hope
To stamp out any remnant
Embers of life
Within white sands
And myrrh
and white cloth
That curtained
And ended
In the island of white sand
Where greenery wafts
Between death by cross
Or words
Left unsaid and undone

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Of Bygones…

In a land of alien
Where the tongue is sharp
And the mind blunt
The cry of the heart is
Deep scarlet
Muffled and snubbed
Crushed by the wheels
Of life gone by
Cries the embers
Of a leftover lifetime
Tears that dry at the corners
Refuse to fall
Or fuse
Amidst the life that gallops
And guffaws
At fools that trust
That stay back
That dry and wilt
And die and be buried

I've moved to Medium

If you came here looking for me, thank you. I am humbled and delighted. 😚 I now blog in Medium.  You are welcome to read my stories there .