Nightmares on the Wings of Angels

Alone with her thoughts,

She slips-

 

She dreams of a world

High above where

Everything is beautiful.

 

Darkness cowers in shadows while

Regal angels soar with

Elegance

And grace

Making music while children

Sleep soundlessly nearby…

 

Home. This is their home. The

Envy she feels can’t be suppressed and

Rears it’s devilish head (awakening hidden demons).

 

Nothing is safe

In this godforsaken He(aven)ll with

Gnarled angels snarling and reaching out to

Her with knife-like claws

To trace sermons on her

Marble skin, marring it

And crushing her bones to make her

Red rivered veins

Emerge

Shredded in disarray.

 

“Come here, darling” sighs an

Oil-slick voice

“My children wait to feast on your

Every fear.”

 

Alone, she stands on

Legs of paper

In the presence of subjective demons

Viciously awaiting her

Encouraged extinction.

Recipe for Disaster

One mistake that could have been prevented

But not easily fixed.

Stir until the bumps begin to smooth out.

Add a dash or glimmer of hope to taste;

Enough that it can still be crushed

But not enough to overpower.

Let sit until it ferments

And spreads

Sinking into the crevices in your brain

Leaving you with nothing

But an aftertaste

Of what could have been.

 

Sea Foam Bubbles

Pants rolled up and pushed up

Struggling to hold their place around my knees

As we walked side by side

With sand seeping through the holes between our toes

And you looked at me with a smile in your eyes

And shook your head at my childish play-

Feeling at home for the first time in years

I ran out into the ocean but it wanted to keep me there-

The salt clinging to my jeans

Made my body heavy in the frigid water

As you watched me, you in the sand still smiling

And I struggling to get back to you;

Until the ocean sent a wave that carried me back to shore

And chased me away from its edge

Leaving nothing but a trace of the sea foam bubbles at my heels

And you.

Aging Wisdom

He used to be so strong

But gravity and time

Have done their worst-

Pulling on his skin

Stretching it

Making it sag

Before replacing it

Back onto his face, his body

Making him look aged

Well beyond his years.

 

He used to be an extrovert

Easygoing and outgoing

But his age is catching up with him

While his friends and family

Leave him behind-

Left to fend for himself

Without company

Or even a helping hand.

 

He used to be naive

But life has been rough on him-

He has struggled

And strived for success

As he wares himself out

Working hard to obtain

The American Dream

Gone are his looks

Youth and innocence

Replaced with the wisdom of an experienced man.