Saturday, November 26, 2011

160.

Timeo Danaos Et Dona Ferentes


A chance at last to now be grasped

Wish shaking hands and dancing heart

The smile of one who could be he

Who breaks through life to set me free


And then the gifted chance unwraps

To show the truth with hellish laughs

No chance exists except in mind

The tortured hope I hold inside


On cliff top screaming, knife in hand

For desperate wish of better land

I free my tears to blooded sky

And scream to God now let me die

Friday, November 04, 2011

159.

Maybe


I think at last I have a chance

A silvered hope in distant view

Of morning smile to match my own

And arms to hold in safe and calm


But this chance I think will rest

On daring leap from safety’s cliff

From height so tall I lose my breath

For fear of fall and death’s embrace


A nightmare’s dream in sunset sky

Alone in hope of chance’s flight

Of breaking free from torment rest

To live a life I know will last

158.

CLVIII


Chances jump and fly inside

Unearthly joy to play the bride

To dancing shadows left in heart

A stranger’s smile with lips to hide

A shallow truth left lost in words

That lie unsaid on wayside curb

In guttered hell till once they play

And flit and fly in sunset sky