Casting Shades On Jaded Heart

Midnight all around us
wrapped in moonlight falling in
Time is of the essence
on it's presence we depend
Time my fickle friend
to grant a wish and take away
the passing of the seasons
and the daylight blue to gray
Distance playing parts
as hearts do dance to mingle mix
Longing true as penance due
time to comfort heal and fix
Moment caught in memory
casting shades on jaded heart
meant to mend forever
as the broken pieces part
Enraptured by it's power
meadow bright with calming wind
Midnight all around us
with the moonlight falling in

Fiery Pirouette

Slow dancing in a burning room
invoke my heart in part consume
the fanning flames impending doom
sharing fates from womb to tomb
Prison bars of fleshly scars
hold not the dare to dance
tilt to twirl as fires do swirl
round worldly circumstance
Death it ends to spin again
new flames at heart consume
still I take the time to dance
inside this burning room

Time Is Nothing Borrowed

Floating past and weightless
looking down at my perception
trees with winds are swaying
and these thoughts are my reflection
Leaves upon the waters of
a still and calming tide
mirror hued of me renewed
to through our conscience glide
Moments here are passing fast
none more than just a minute
still I'm floating weightless
just my being, being in it
Changing time by ticking by
my presence to explore
borrowed time in fact designed
to wind down more and more
Still at peace and one with plans
to hang my heart to sleeves
floating past and weightless
ticking time and swaying trees

I'll Be Waving My Hands

Taken aback and shaken
molten lava comes emotion,
calming sense to self convince
the wheel that's sat in motion.
Storm on short horizon
sky is changing, shifting, blowing,
all the while this thought revile
the tide that's ebb and flowing.
Swallow hard and choke it down
these blades do cut and slide,
easier pill to heart reveal
in search of what survived.
Softly simmer shortly
tears of anger slow subside,
push it down to sink and drown
that flood on once relied.
Trust the wind that's coming
find no future in resisting,
feet in sands of what's in store
from storms that keep persisting.

Salvation Deliberation

Answered call, reversing fall
to that worth overcoming,
tallied scores of opened doors
subtracting from the summing.
Store not up for moth and rust
do ever lie in wait,
time again to lonesome kin
be sure to consummate.
The very end to this begin
a world with new found ruling,
til man revealed and wrath is spilled
this wolf again is fooling.
Shepherd's sheep now bray and bleat
save us one and all,
still time for your salvation
fore the reaper comes to call.

Like Snow

Falling through and careless
still I am what's been intended,
drifting on the wind and gone
not storied or pretended.
Meant to be the symphony
the dance on which I'm turning,
softly play my cares away
spin slow each moment learning.
If nothing more than falling for
this task I take to pleasure,
the moments from the sky
imply the gift we're meant to treasure.
Not gold nor wealth or richer self
come close to heights to climb,
be true to you if not then who
fall slow like snow take time.

Guided Meditation

Guided meditation
burning ends of cigarettes,
drawing in to soulful grin
how easy he forgets.
Midnight consultation
alteration by regression,
only to his self be true
so false this first impression.
Spinning through this hazy hue
of smoke and weighted lies,
dizzy heads and stranger's beds
his thoughts of which comprise.
Winding clock of shifting sands
time demands no correlation,
to burning ends of cigarettes
or guided meditation.