Poetry
Broken Dreams
Broken hearts- Wreathed in fire
Gentle waters- Flow on by her
Swept by the passing storm
Stinging raindrops upon her form
thus these things come to pass
As she lay there silent,still
Unmoving in the grass.
Ice
Floating Fragments, like bits of glass
drift on by as i watch them pass...
Ice in Wisconsin
Militant Insanity
Here i sit, watching, waiting
Here i stand, walking, pacing
Here i wonder, thinking, seeming
Here i think...
What lies ahead?
Blood
Tiny rivulets run through her
hands, cold steel within
her heart, a gasping breath,
a shaky step, A pleading look,
then she falls.
Splatters
Tiny, crimson drops,
On an alabaster sea,
Plunk... Plunk... Plunk...
Tiny, crimson drops,
On an alabaster sea.
Beyond
Beyond the reaches of time
He shall sit in penance for his crimes,
He who stalks,
He who preys,
He hath been judged,
He hath been damned to an early grave.
