Friday, April 24, 2015

2015: 365 Unfiltered - Eyes Wide Open

Real or Fantasea

She appeared to me.
A dream, vague and indistinct,
Borne of deepest fantasy.
Her love - incorporeal, 
Like flashing lights.

...She let me in - 
The place only her 
thoughts had been. 
I saw her true visage, 
A dying man's mirage.

We played a cruel game,
of musical hearts.
She stole my heart - 
While keeping hers...

Friday, April 17, 2015

2015: 365 Unfiltered - Hands in Frame

Tick Tock

Once upon a day
In a land far away
On a bleak Thursday in November
Came the darkest evening of the year

A child was born
Naked as the morn
Then tick tock
Began the clock

His beginning had come too early
Its start would prove so dreary
Pitiful wails filled the air
All looked on in despair

His end may come, his end may not
But fate is a foe that cannot be fought
And yet still, tick tock
Continued the clock

By chance, his demise was delayed
And life began with a debt to be paid
In time the boy grew strong and brave
Fought the throngs and battled knaves

Kept his nose down to the grindstone
Moved through life’s dead-end zones
And yet still, tick tock
Went the weary clock

Though the skyline fades into night
It will look brighter in hindsight
We have nothing but time, as tick tock
Always goes the clock
The Watchmen