THE SISTERHOOD

We met as two searching lost souls
Through the years they faded away
Full circle they have now returned
Can they re-discover each other once again?

I hate the way I feel
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the way I make you feel
I hate the way you feel

Children awake at half past three
Mince pie crumbs and half drunk sherry
Specks of snow replace the carrot
Ho ho ho Santa’s been and left presents
Emptying overfull stockings
Ripping…

Drowning in a pool of misery
We are the ones the world almost forgot

Her feet slipped through the grass
She walked, she did not run
silent as a nighthawk
She did not wake the sleeping snake
He walked right after her
He took big steps, and hurried
impatient…

I will NOT give in to wretched weakness.

No!

I stand in sheer defiance
exerting all the will of the heavens within me!

Like a mound of mortar and brick,
I am a mountain of unmovable…

Tumbleweeds.

Sun.

High noon.

12 paces ahead
behind
and every dirty step is multiplied
to the severed tune
of a poet’s heart.

I do not breathe
and the dust-ball
stills.

I wh…

they smell a bit
the floundering fish
left beached
they fight alone
catching a breath of hope
to die or
to survive

the old souls living out their
lifetime hardships
long for rest
…

i noticed his steel gray hair
and the tears in his eyes
he walked over to a nurse
simpy saying "my wife just died,
what do i do?"
she looked at him and said
"well does Margie know?"
he r…

Strength is found at the end of the tunnel
and never before it
As one must go through hell to find their heaven

Like a little girl, I come to you
Ashamed, with her tail between her legs
I am the prodigal daughter who have strayed
Father, please help me find my way

Is loving you
Through an through
When your hand brushes my face
It makes me shake
And my skin is all hot
An wet
You do this to me
You make me sweat

You cut me down to size.

Your undercurrents of breezeway logic
trip
my still feet,
from a skyscraper’s peak –
(can you see my current state?
she’s dead you know –
all crust an…

Just kiss me, taste me, breathe me in
Consume my beauty, the rich color of my skin

The land beneath my feet has been commanded to hibernate
To be a sleeping barren ground
A magnifying glass waits to spy upon the past
Flesh will burn in the spotlight on some happenings o…

"The child isn’t yours, she belongs to Jean and Logan!’ Scott challenged

It is winter, very wintry cold
My lips are chattering blueness
Speaking nothing for there is nothing
There to speak of…….only emptiness

I drag my feet to find my stream
Feet heavy chaine…