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...

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