Ask Not To Receive

I suggest you let 

Loose your mind and then 

You’ll find you’ve left 

Your weights behind.

As you float away from 

The gripping sand, clasp

Fast that first helping hand,

Fate’s gift of life to all  

Who make of it 

No demands.…

Season’s Grit

This winter’s wind is 

Powerless to make me 

Feel the cold, as all its gusts

Just blow right through the 

Gaping holes I’ve in my soul.

Closure

Your heart has left, 

Been taken elsewhere, 

I’m left with a skeleton to touch. 

Would time but turn

And unwind backwards, 

Would that ask of it too much?

Do gods hear those 

Who’ve been wounded, 

Who saw the gates of 

Heaven close, their 

Paradise forsaken, 

Souls torn open and 

Exposed, the roadkill 

Of the angels, who make

Toothpicks of the bones.

Evensong

May you in bliss 

And sweetly scented 

Dreams, ride the 

Night train which 

Leads from waking 

Through the visions

Behind your eyes 

To another blessèd

Dawn filled with joy 

And smiles and 

Gentle gifts waiting 

To surprise.…

Road Signs

Here was I born so

Here I read the cuneiforms. 

They prophesied were I to wed 

Doom I’d call down 

‘Pon my head. 

But so it went, 

Though I was warned, 

By signs sent 

Through the cuneiforms. 

I’ve but a single 

Hint to tell:

Heed no signs to Paradise,

They’re only lures to Hell.