pictures on the wall

somewhere between

the memory of our days

far away;

she hung over the haunting of the why’s

and in the why not’s of doubting

she fades away;

quickly as the fireplace roared

slow dancing shadows slipped between

the pictures on the wall

tears in our dreams shatter

crashes

as we faded away

//

i wrote these words

   when i was meant to love you;

but she slowly faded away

  and i quickly left  these words,

somewhere in time

//

her eyes, her eyes

said good-bye;

she faded away

escaping to somewhere

between the memory of our days

so far away

somewhere between the memory of our days

far away;

she hung over the haunting of the why’s

and why not’s of doubting

she faded away;

quickly as the fireplace roared

slow dancing shadows slipped between

the pictures on the wall

tears in our dreams shatter

crashes

as we faded away

   c.2018  bgw

restless

night storms fall;

the rains with its

window pane tapping,

fills the hall.

candlelight flame

illuminates

the invisible blame.

pain;

grained with shame –

blood soaked tears

caught

in a world full with fears.

night storms fall;

bullets hail

lost souls failed.

on the other side of the world;

in my town

rainbows shine.

disbelief sinks the heart

and makes us all

a part of it all;

toss a dime

and make it all fine.

night storms fall;

the rains sing

window pane tapping

fills the hall.

candlelight flame

illuminates

the invisible blame.

c.  2016 bgw

 

 

nothing more

it was nothing more than an idea.

declaring it as a “never could be” –

even before it started.

when opportunity knocked,

you did not answer.

the time was made to believe

that somebody really cared.

and yet all that was left

when i looked back at her;

was a lonely soul who really

just hides behind their fears.

the pieces from a past were being picked up;

one puts it all back together

with the glue of the things that were planed.

i was nothing more than a notion.

and you were that someone

that gave me hope once again.

and yet i was blind to see

that you would be that someone

that would break me down again.

 yet i was blind to see

that “fool” was written on my face;

and you were up there not even second guessing it.

it was nothing more than an idea.

i was nothing more than a notion.

c.2016  bgw

blackened

two bullets and a glass of  red wine;

damp bricked boulevards

fill with pools of seeping blood.

the lamplight’s warm white glow dims

as the world’s blue sky turns to a midnight darkness,

and in these, are the few in cloaked blackened clothing,

worn by their blackened souls;

ideas act like shadows, intentions are illusional;

until we catch the sun and burn our hands,

and in these, are the many;

spoon fed the ignorance,

took a shot of courage,

and became drunk with power.

smooth marbled whitened eyes now lie in blackened decay.

ideas act like shadows, intentions are illusional;

until we catch the sun and burn our hands.

 

c. 2015  bgw

 

the blinding darkness

in this dark and empty bottomless pit,

here i fall.

falling quickly,  evermore.

the blinding darkness curtains the sight,

my eyes do not see where i go.

with my ears wide open,

i devour the scene –

 

the images of familiar faces scream by,

all the blank looks give in to ignoring stares

 

in this dark and empty bottomless pit

here i plummet boundlessly.

on the dirt sides by the fingernails i scrape,

my flesh torn,  exposing the broken bone.

in a free fall wail, a last breath whispers.

in this dark and empty bottomless pit,

here i plunge.

 

 

c. 2014  bgw