Eyes are fixed, Upon another dream, With features beyond belief, And like a scarlet witch, Who upon greater detail, Becomes a haunting shade, It teases and taunts, With the immaterial; the fabric of nightmares too, As reality, now veiled, Is screaming to be seen, And hysteric in the growing dark, For a curse is at… Continue reading Rose Tainted Glass
Up over houses, And between soft green leaves, Is a gentle blue haze, That gives new meaning, To a glorious breath, seized deeply, And from a silent window, For although the clouds have gone, And the sun has glanced back, I find - thankfully - There's still rain.
Though in life we live within the present, We unwittingly nurture, within us, Personalities beyond our reality, And when our friends leave us, We find that part of them actually remains, Waiting to connect with us again, But as our hearts and minds reach out, Expectantly, We find we are just haunted by the ghosts,… Continue reading The Ghosts of Those Departed
Memories are aflame, Upon a lonely funeral pyre, Where flames lick their lips, And I, with guilt, Grieve, For life has long taken me, From that which I hold dearest, Until my heart, In pity, Relents, Till a sweet song begins to call, And I, blindfolded, May happily go, Back to my life, In death.
I once thought music a joy of life,Whose power has kept us ever fresh,By polishing heavy chains,That we ourselves have laid,And to sweet memories shackled. Rather, it is a key,To a dark place within,That unwilling hands cannot help but turn,Wherein we find hostage youth;To whom we have forbidden death,And through great pain, left to witness,Better… Continue reading The Sound of Life in Masquerade