Salt the Circle
I set the autumn ablaze
Burning down
This haunted town.
Salt the circle and cleanse the Earth.
Quell the black magic at my hearth.
It seeps in,
Underneath your skin.
Blackened vines of the vile
But they’re all in denial.
So I had to save them,
from their fate, doomed.
Black magic has consumed
This haunted town.
So I burnt it to the ground.
Burn, Burn, watch the flames
I call upon you witches,
Whispering your names.
Oh supernatural spirits, left to die,
set loose the noose,
rise from where you lie.
Step down from your funeral pyres
Help me light these fires.
Cast your spells
Return this town to hell.
Roots filled with rot,
Blackened decay now smoldering hot
Burn, burn, watch the flames
I call upon the witches
Whispering your names.
Restore the balance
make all the burning town
a pile of ash.
Let the embers die
And with it this town.
I set the autumn ablaze
Watched it burn,
burn to the ground.
Cleanse this haunted town,
Salt the circle and cleanse the Earth.
Golden Shroud
My golden shroud,
heavier than my
gilded crown.
Burdensome,
upon my head.
Specters watching over,
grieving and
dead.
Upon my body,
marred and scarred,
sacraments.
Vestiges of vengeance.
Mourn the scorn,
bury the abandon .
Two coins,
for a soul.
Heed the Ferryman,
pay the toll.
the umbra between
humanity and hate,
a ponderous purgatory,
the limbo of fate.
My golden shroud
glimmers no more.
My decaying crown,
is gilded no more.
No shine, no shadow,
my soul to take,
hallow.
Suddenly
Grief knows no time.
The heaviness
the loneliness.
Suddenly
and without mercy
Death comes for us all.
Transformation
Evolution.
A second self emerges,
changed.
You think you know
the depth of your love.
Until...
Suddenly
you realize
it is immeasurable.
there is no quantification
to the sadness.
an unending sorrow
which we learn to bear.
Grief
I had my coffee without you
pawing at my leg.
I got dressed without you
underfoot.
I went downstairs to silence.
My knee has given out
from holding up the weight
of my grief.
The house feels empty
and incomplete.
We miss you.
The sound of your paws,
the feel of your coat.
I love you B man.
B Man
My darling, my love
Sleep now.
Rest and I will carry you
In my heart, miss you
With my soul.
Majestic
Ethereal
My midnight baby.
I held you, lifeless.
I kissed your head
One last time.
I smelled your face
And nuzzled you
With my cheek.
I love you.
Until we meet again,
Wait for me, B man.
Trill for me and visit
In my dreams.
We miss you.
It hurts.
Xoxo
Mom, Dad, and the boys
Self-Portrait
Brick by brick the wall is built.
A fortess of misfortune.
A single window with a single view.
Shadows of sunshine my only company.
Will I be trapped by this sensitive heart...
forever chained by chaos,
imprisoned by empathy?
Does the rage ever cease to consume me
in my solitude?
I channel it,
this poisonous self-pity, and I become
a blacksmith.
I forge armor from it
to protect myself.
I am fierce because I survive.
But,
what good is survival if there’s no living
waiting for me on the other side?
I truimph and yet, I lose.
There is always a war within me,
no peace, only retreat.
I have too much pride to
surrender.
No voice to beg mercy.
I trust no one
and I fear
I never will.
I am vulnerable.
I am the undefeated champion
of passive rage.
Below the surface is glass.
Splintered.
Shattered.
Fragile.
and over that glass is an impenetrable
substance.
in between is my salvation.
Friend
Vicarious heartbreak.
secondary trauma.
I could see her
grasp for reassurance,
desperately clinging to a smile.
she wanted
to overcome,
persevere,
to climb the odds
stacked before her.
the obstacles,
inanimate,
unfeeling,
tangible
yet
untouchable.
the loneliness,
the desperation
in her eyes.
It haunts me
how I cannot
empathize.
Her eyes laid
her soul bare.
I could see the emptiness
and
only hope
to fan the embers of
her slowly burning fire.
Oh, how I want to save her!
A hug, a kindness,
to understand her grief.
But I fall and I fail,
my friend.
Manic and Mental
everyone thinks they know
mental illness.
like it’s a damn
badge of honor
to define,
to label,
to contain
the chaos.
you want a prize
for pity.
a citation for sympathy.
as if your understanding
is enough.
you
don’t
know
shit.
on the border,
trapped in a rollercoaster,
strapped
down.
a rollercoaster inside a
prison cell
where the door
is unlocked.
but I
can’t
quite
reach
it.
degress of this disease,
ceasing to be
me.
an untamed lion
with a wild roar,
but inaudible.
the battles,
lost and won,
while the war persists
and insists
on a victor.
how boring it must be
this enigma
this illusion
of normalcy.
the odds are stacked
against me,
my will is my shield.
and in the end, life always
conquers the living.
death comes to collect
the unpaid
debt.