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wayward waltz

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cobwebs cover my skin

crippled hands

crumbling

throat so dry,

words choke upon the tongue;

sight took fight

in a blinded reward

blackenedness leaped up

as to swallow all the pain

and yet, darkness left me surrounded

by its own misery,

by my own selfishness!

there I sat,

suffocating in my unechoed breath

tied to this chair,

in suffocation I scream!

skin hanging from broken bones

love flashing in an unreturned kiss

loss;

let go!

you were!;

and now I am!

rope tied tight, look upon my eyes!

look upon my eyes!

seeking was sought

but ‘twas nothing but a gleam

breathe!

barely?

barely breathing in these thoughts

barely in consciousness

flashing back and forth

in everything I was!!

cobwebs cover my skin

crippled hands

crumbling

throat so dry,

words choke upon the tongue

sight took fight

in a blinded reward;

blackenedness leaped up

as to swallow all the pain

and yet, darkness left me surrounded

by its own misery, by my own selfishness

there I sat,

suffocating in my unechoed breath

life faded in a deep black

as the wayward waltz lead me back

faded into a forsaken midnight darkening

i sat as my eyes closed,

cobwebs cover my skin

crippled hands

crumbling

throat so dry,

words choke upon the tongue

sight took fight

in a blinded reward

death drew my silent darkened soul

my last breath called upon death

to take my darkened soul

words choke upon the tongue

sight took fight

in a blinded reward

was is I found

in a wayward waltz

c. 2018 bgw

when the rain kisses the leaves

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tainted and tinted

the rain taps on a hollow tin roof.

the wind whispers

as the whisps spoke;

through the flashes of bright lightning

the snap of a rolling thunder,

tainted and tinted

leaves dance in a whipping motion;

here comes the storm

//

morning sunshine

looking in the morning window

were these dreams of mine

yesterday is today’s widow

//

tainted and tinted

the rain taps on a hollow tin roof.

the wind whispers

 as the whisps spoke;

through the flashes of bright lightning

the snap of a rolling thunder,

tainted and tinted

leaves dance in a whipping motion;

here comes the storm

c 2018 bgw

 

 

reflective waters

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lanterns hushed in an overnight grim

the moon above hovered silently

as the stars danced nervously

the knife stayed put

as blood filled the pool

in my home

reflective waters

metal flew in my own backyard;

lanterns hushed in an overnight grim

the moon above hovered silently

as the stars danced nervously

the knife stayed put

as the blood filled the pool

c. 2018  bgw

from under the shade of the lilac trees

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from under the shade of the lilac trees

her head rested upon my chest;

as she dreamt of warm coastal breezes

and warm morning sands

a deep passion arose

in a deep colourful coastal sunrise

there we were

from under the shade of the lilac trees

her head rested upon my chest.

from within my arms

her soft breath gently whispered

with the warm breezes brushing

 all with dreams coming and going;

catch them all in the moment

and from under the shade of the lilac trees

her head rested upon my chest

c.2018  bgw

pictures on the wall

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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

(september) when morning falls

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when morning calls

freedom falls

in halls of

bright blue skies shine;

someone calls

and all is fine

the fireball cries

someone calls

to say good-bye;

hearts beat between choices!

a hero’s  fight between choices!

wife, mother

husband, father

brother, sister

daughter, son

good morning!

the sun kisses all

the sun kisses us all!;

when morning shone

we went about

without doubt,  when we awoke

we’d see each other by dinner;

so we Dropped the kids off at school

hugged them and kissed them

and couldn’t wait for 

cartoon popcorn movie night;

when morning calls

freedom falls in halls

bright blue skies shine

someone calls and all is fine

fireball cries

someone calls to say good-bye

hearts beat between choices

through the smoke of confusion

he saw her eyes shining in flashback

the way her hand-held his

oh! when morning calls

freedom falls

in halls

of bright blue coloured skies shine;

someone calls and all is fine

fireball cries

and someone calls to say good-bye

hearts beat between choices

in last morning coffee sip

a last goodbye kiss

did we argue? did we make love?

a last hug embrace 

a last good morning joking;

when morning calls

freedom falls in halls

of bright blue skies shine

someone calls and all is fine;

a fireball cries

someone calls to say good-bye

hearts beat between choices

broken in a hero’s glass

      dreams brake and fall fast….

hearts beat between choices!

a hero’s fight between choices!

           but the sun always kisses us good morning

c. 2016, 2018  bgw

raindrops

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raindrops drip.

through storm clouds rip;

midnight’s watch

shining  through

//

raindrops drip.

these thirsty dreams

slowly sip;

breathe in deep

//

raindrops  dripping

down window panes;

upon her face,

slumber awakes

//

we awoke

among the dawn;

upon her brow

 soft kiss I placed

//

raindrops drip.

through storm clouds rip;

midnight’s watch

shining through

c. 2018 bgw

the needle

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from the greyish bedroom window

oh, what i saw!

upon the cold, white winter’s chill;

from behind the curtains draw,

was a cold ghostly stare peeking, looking down;

behind the pictures of thought

there,  lurking behind an old graveyard stone

from within eyes that shine bright

like a needle injection,

pain draws in familiarity

in any given darkness

in the bare winter tree groves

the wind cuts, whispers and speaks

between the naked branches

from the greyish bedroom window

oh, what i saw

upon the cold, white winter’s chill;

from behind the curtains draw,

from the behind the chilled dawning glass

the breath reflects and fogs.

to mine i have none!

the long needle slowly injects the pain

even before the brewing of coffee!

the morning broke open,

shining in its greyish winter’s glory

from the greyish bedroom window

oh, what i saw!

upon the cold, white winter’s chill…

c. 2018 bgw

out where lighthouses shine

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in billowing

cold salty winds,

deep within the frozen waters

are the thoughts that brine;

where lighthouses shine,

out from the offing

where memories flux

they forever come to shore

in current tides

and washes upon my feet.

the salty air billows

and draws deep

within the sea.

the thoughts that brine well within,

are sunken below

sought in, i seek out;

in the frozen deep

in the icy blue ocean of memories;

forever remembering..

c. 2018  bgw

tangoed and tangled

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as i woke in the morning sands,

i watched my dreams come and go.

like the powerful crashing symphonic waves washing ashore

thoughts of her come and go.

tangoed and tangled

i’ve watched her come and go

at no one’s fault but my own!

her face appears between the wishing and wanting,

woven between these memories i keep

i stand here with my thoughts

reflected in revisiting dream –

i stand in the morning sands

as my hollowed soul starts to fill

with the dawning sun gazing!

looking out afar,

i stare past the distant awaiting horizon

as the deep salted breeze

whispered past my thoughts.

here i stand the waves symphonic song

as the moonlight brightly seeks

as desire peeks;

breaks me down and carries me away.

as i woke in the morning sands,

i watched my dreams come and go.

 

 

c.2017 bgw