The birds cry in the night

Spitting blood on clean cement

I still manage to hold the sword

back shaking in nervous quake

ice on the back of my neck

I am frozen with fear like icicles in the wind.

Violent winds pick me up as another kick rolls into my gut.

falling now from a great height I block another strike to the right

quick counter with the heat scraping my blade to his feet

he smiles that devilish smile as if rain could turn into steam

sound of the blade like thunder crack we see each other’s grin.

This battle so afraid I was but now I see the blissful glare

as reflection of moon bounces in the night each other’s swing filled with crimsoning light.

Cut like butter in a knife ice climbs up my splitting side

crying like a child with wounded sight brings me tears of painful might

raging stab sings it love as burning hurt fills its grudge

standing side to side waiting for the silent thud.

The tree in the corner across river of glittering falls gives me one last thought

how beautiful was this valiant fought fear in love rage is lost

as blood puddle greets the night sky with plain mirror of solid flail

so do the birds of this distant tree give their final wail.

Silent like the buds of a flower I give into gravity in no sweet sorrow.

Nervous Ambition

Tiny drops of snow and burning winds
freeze my face and hands in gusts of January
gripping my tools I wince at the future
as a power plant screams to life I remember
books of blueprints and Professer Holinger
the way he would sit on a stool with old sweat
on the brow painfully whispering hints and clues
to prepare me.
Now all is cold and wet
the rain pours soaking my every move
as if to laugh at wasted efforts
and nights of painful studying.

Did I fail at life?

Security wished me a last farewell
As late payments began to pile up
the fresh fish glistens in the water
with smiles to hungry pelicans
and yet I wish I was like them.
At least they had pupose
nay, a meaning to continue existence...

Nightmare

Paranoid beyond imagination
dreams blurred as white foxes
dance with their silly tails
oh how I wish I were alive to see
the crystal green room filled with
blue gemstones and red daggers
that figit with emotion.  Is it not
enough this demon sword that strikes
my soul causing aggravation and misery
like freshly torn black letters thrown into
a turqoise fire as if a joke was to long to tell.
Will I endeavor through pits filled with
silver gray spiders spinning webs made of
stars that distract the mind with each rotation
of a galaxy. Terrified of deep thought like
a cherry swallowed into a green smoothie
makes my heart thirsty, but the counter
is to high for little arms.  Yet this in death
is just a dream as I wake up to
find the morning air filled with
sweet smelling rain.
Even then its not over
as a prince parries
with his purple silk jesture.

Day Dream

My home is lost
this place runs like a spinning hive
lacking the savoring solitude
and consumes available distance
I eat alone on windy grass
crowded with cool dampness of
fresh smelling earth as I smile at the
buildings. Yet this isolate picture
does not contain truth.
My mind travels through space to
distant battlefields and long
avoided dreams, walking towards
a hand outstretched before
shimmering falls of fire as silver
water licks its feet with glaring
stars and piercing beauty displays
wonders of revolving mystery so fast that
it slings back to earth as my eye catches
a grass hopper chirping.