Evening Glow

Come with me for a little walk Holding hands while we laugh and talk Travel to the enchanted land Lay a blanket out on the sand Where we wait for the rising moon Listen to her glorious tune Splash a few fingers of whiskey Starting to feel a bit frisky Basking in the warm evening glow

Unto this world a new child is born…

Unto this world a new child is born… Into a culture stricken with madness That is strained by infinite sadness The baby cries out loud when it is torn From its mother’s womb of blackness   Out of its protection and comfort The child shrieks at the sudden rejection Life-line severed, a vital connection Removed,

The Monster…

          I’m friends with the monster Its my greatest fan and sponsor Circumvents pending insanity Keeps a semblance of humanity In a world filled with violence I was forced to form an alliance Callous people always claiming fame Exploitation is merely a game Challenge and criticize my addiction I’m resolute in

Leashed

What can I say except I love this post, werewolves, and this WRITER! If you haven’t made your way over to Der Erzahler’s Musings, you might want to take a few moments and visit cause you are seriously missing out on some wicked-ass talent!

Graceful Blue

Held securely in place In an expansive open space Within a blackened sky Soaring way up high ~ Bathed in her hue A ray of graceful blue Singing in the night Child it’ll be all right ~ Trust in the evening light Hope permeates tonight Forever you will be held Harmony casted its spell

Block Party

Finally, I can sit back and relax and tip my glass as the boys begin to play their games.  Perched on a lawn chair, with other spectators, I await the spectacular fire-show that is about to unfold. It is about time to see the pretty lights.  The sun is almost set, and it sits behind

Into Nothing

Last night, I looked out into the vast sea of darkness and saw a light off in the distance I stopped dead in my tracks and kept looking back with an overwhelming sense of dread Torn between advancing and relapsing; questioning to move forward or to remain in place      Clinging to the familiar fiends