the life of the secret

in a tunnel of darkness
secrets wander by
looking to be released
weary of the tired corners
of frozen minds

one becomes lost
too tired to hold on
it slips away
once it reaches light
its holder hides in shame

but it
it is now free
its holder is free

Shine

the fire's determination
out shined the water
doused the sand

the beach aglow
the children danced
upon the light of the earth
watched over by the Thunder Gods
of vivacity

 of life

of remembering to dream
that dreams are real

remembering to be real
to really care

we, a collection of small particles

we
    shine together
                        to move the world

the stifled life

built under bricks
of the knowledge of too much
a heavy head stagnates
against the cold slate

thoughts of being freed
from self-imprisonment
the desire to fight aside
the need to survive
in world fraught with
wretched decisions

forces fight back and forth
between the right thing
and the thing that is right
for now

Eyeball punch

a torn cloth
a splash of blood

a quickly sewn
bandage to
dress the hurried
party goer
 
for a night of eyeball punch driven
misguided memories
to haunt him for another year

a woman's walk through the 1800's

a fine day
in her fancy dress
a frolic down a woven path

one encounter with a suited man
a stare made of intent

a quick sneeze
his ironed kerchief
she gladly accepts

his stare becomes a  longing
that her hazel eyes return

in the distance
a church bell ringss
she silently curtsies

her legs, her mind
heavy with desire
for the long walk home


a veiled conversation
with her sister over
a delicate cup
of chamomile
puts her day to rest

a prelude to Halloween

the words that haunt
walk creepily up the stairs
creaking while speaking
    loud echoes in the mind

the ghosts in the walls
slip into the halls
through mirrors glossed
with faces of the lost

souls tossed
out broken windows
    muted voices still in the air
trapped in the wind

the soul's blanket

the blanket of the soul
is warm, wide...infinite
washes away fear
with valor

hate
with love

greed
with generosity

cruelty
with kindness

it grows with each
connection
soft and threaded,

a web of life and air.
of sweet whispers
of loud hurrah's
of you and  me's
two's and three's

of lakes, seas
flowers, trees
twine and lace
gloves and grace

small and great
it stays up late
into the cool, cool night
of tempted fate

under a fort
with a blanketed soul
keeps us warm,
keeps us whole.