Pariah

The gate is unguarded; moss carpets the stony path a solitary keeper sits smoking a forgotten leaf looks but once at me, quite carelessly, then turns his back - I'm used to this. I search his eyes for a sign I'm new here too, like everyone else, Would he guide me? His eyes give the…

ON LIFE AND DEATH

A blood red rose, in her leafy abode, bloomed guarded by a fort of thorns. A slimy green toad, into her garden one night stole, crushing her petals in pursuit of a worm. The worm stuck in his throat; he lay dead on the mossy moat; to be cast away by the gardener next morn.…

Repost in spoken word – “Words of a Melting Candle…”

I woke from a heavy slumber upon being lit again. A mere stub now… That stature and pride of youth gone, but leaving behind like molten wax trickling down my wintry body, the illumination of wisdom that comes with time and a lifetime of service. Would you like to hear a dying light’s flickering words…

Death

On a dark twilight, over the hills for the life of me, in fear and vain, I fled as Death rode behind in a suit of armour - then beat me, and slayed me dead. He marched away as, renewed, I did rewake to the sounds of the hoofbeats of the mare and kneeling, did…

INDIFFERENCE

A certain numbness, a certain death, has always resided within my soul, and sometimes I can feel its heart beating… feel the numbness, hear death beat with a life of its own- a certain morose, yet regenerative kind of life- lying so close beside the fresh, vivacious, carefree part of me, that to smother one,…