Zombies

the drones drift by
tip-toe, tick tock
faceless, mindless
their voices in my head
pounding, voiceless

Shades of Grey

the harbingers of change blow
on a day grey with anticipation

my muse haunted my dreams last night
fanciful false images of a future
that might-have-been, might-still-be

hope eludes as sleep did last night

my barren life stretching before me
endlessness in sight

Perceptions

My eyes, they shine so bright today
in this room of my mind with a view.
'Tis merely within my own mind's eye,
but perception and heart they shine through.
A grizzled old man sits down beside me
chain smoking, and harshly coughing.
All others around pretend he's invisible
yet for some reason his soul calls to me.
What would it be like wonders my mind
to live in his invisible world?
Existing and living and breathing always
whilst all deny you are there in their eyes.
The passers-by they don't stop and stare,
merely spare an uncomfortable glance.
He sits and chain smokes coughing harshly,
a dignified king on a throne in his world.

Ritual Comfort

Struggling to breathe,
sitting in uncomfortable sanctity.
Burning incense singes my mind.
Take me away on wings of black alabaster,
knees bent in worship of a different kind.
Within a temple of comfortable ritual dreams.

Closed

The slow trickle.
The terrifying burn.
The ebb and flow of lives lived,
lives lost,
lives yet to be.
For a brief time
I've closed my eyes,
my heart,
my mind.
The pain is too sharp
to be open right now.

Searching

ebony and alabaster
flare of smoke, stench of oily flame
the candle flickers, dance of light
divine inspiration
lost in the blink of an eye
through fields of mirth
and back again
seeking muses amidst the pain

Reaper

rustle of feathers as
night's air rushes past
raven's call beckons