The Stage of Day

As the day fades into night, extinguishing the light
In a brilliant show of glory and splendor
A final display of reddish, pinkish array on clouds
Touched by a golden censor
"I won't go easy, the colours scream out, but go with a shout,
a dazzling show of glory to render.
So keep looking eastward, where I soon shall return
As upon the stage of 'the day' I re-enter.

Cold

From 2010-02-14

Cold, deep piercing cold.
Freezing me to the bone, here I sit all alone
Frozen from the cold
No emotion, no devotion, only the cold
Frozen to my chair, not going anywhere
Only cold, soul freezing cold

Looking Back, Looking Ahead, Living Now

Walking back down through the years of my life, down dark corridors of broken dreams and shattered hopes
Tasting the bittersweet taste of unfulfilled aspirations that never broke free from the gravity of reality that came crashing down like a falling star that has lost her way and falls headlong into the atmosphere of my own little sphere of existence, resistance, place of persistence.
Not knowing what lies on up ahead, where I will be led, will I be dead, only knowing that I must push along.
No turning back, nothing behind, just haunting ghosts of the past to harass my mind.
So I embrace this night of my life, savoring every fleeting emotion that passes through my soul like a sword of light that cuts through the darkness until all that remains is light .

Empty

There once was a man
He was full of life, full of hope, he had dreams
One day he awoke, the hopes, the dreams, they had fled
All he had left was his life, emptied of all of the aspirations and dreams
that had made his heart beat with excitement, emptied of the hopes that kept him
pressing forward and kept a smile on his face
All gone, only the emptiness remains
A life empty slipping into abyss of disillusionment, robbed of those things
that make the blue sky seem to be a brighter shade of blue, those things that make
the early morning bright and crisp, those things that elevate life
from mere existence to living.