New Edition

The 2nd Edition of Sherlock Holmes and the Lyme Regis Horror hits the streets, lanes and the far flung meadows of the world on December 8th. Published by MX Publishing It goes without saying that I am a tad excited!!

Truth

Truth is a barren sort of beauty-
a cleanliness of form and line.
As the ice glazed trees in winter
cast blue shadows on the snow;
As desert sands hiss and glow darkly
gold against the bloody sunset;
As the lonely ocean swells
in vibrant depths of cyan green.
Quiet beauties illuminate Truth.

Chance

Sitting in my corner
Quietly observing
The silence makes way
For the rustling passerby
Where are you going?
Where did you come from?
Never to be seen by me again
Save for this one moment
When our paths cross
I will not remember you
You will not remember me
Our short encounter
Lost to the hands of time
Each headed in a direction our own
I am destined
Never to know your name
Nor you mine
Yet for one moment
One little second
Of all the seconds previously lived
And waiting to be lived
Our lives crossed
And we are never to be the same

Stone Cold Streets

As light comes to rest,
Gloomy night roams the sky.
Only faded lights in the street
Break the eating darkness.

Silence has come into every corner,
And into every hole.
Only in silence,
Secrets can be heard,
And memories can be seen.

Tower bell strikes three times,
And the black shadows come out,
Carrying a loved one on their shoulders.

Tears on their eyes,
And cuts on their shoulders,
Keep them going through
This dreaded night.

They walk,
Through the stone cold streets,
Remembering the laughs,
Feeling the tears.

Sadness rules tonight,
The dark shadows know it,
They are feeling it,
In their heart,
In that moment,
Tonight.

Tower bell struck three times,
But the darkness which fell,
Knocked but once.

Memories

miles of spun glass,

the crystals glint

in the gold light of yesterday.

Light and fragile,

one touch and

a life may shatter

into thousands of

glass shards, left

to be swept up and

tossed away.

Forbidden Christmas

The murmuring dead warning who appears,
Expecting shadows to fearfully call to me,
Lurking eyes becomes sharp as night comes,
Stretching its chill like a forbidden Christmas

The hidden haven wait to sound the wind,
Watching glowing outstretched leaves sigh,
Quiet gusts of eery wind becomes deep sleep,
Beautiful crystal eyes speak to the quiet forest

Futility

The image of my bloodshot, sunken eyes
and mask of apathy.
Holds my attention as it flickers
into being on the television screen.
It exists in the pauses between
the news bulletins and my regularly
scheduled life.
It ephemerally blinks out,
overshadowed by the mundane
of the world.
My ears exist to hear the exploding liberators.
My eyes exist to be awed by the price of the freedom toll.
My mouth shocks others into existence.
All fail at their duty save my hands.
My hands do nothing.

TIDE

Since I left
Where you are
I have made a lover of the sea.

And on the shore
I dance
Back and forth
As the waves caress my feet.

I open my embrace
To the swelling tide
As the mighty waters
Move through my soul
Like a lover
Returning

Turning

Back and forth
With the gentle rhythm of the waves
I dance.

TEARS

He lies asleep

Fast in her embrace

As soft tears fall deep

Living, breathing

He sleeps on

Her tears break the bond

While the connection is gone

He barely stirs

As her pain is released

Broken echoes

Of times gone past

In shapes of crystals

Liquid diamonds break fast

All hope is dashed

Her body quivers

Racked with sobs

Face pressed against neck

Flesh to flesh,

Life to life

Tears fall still

Hope is gone

This life is done

The past is coming

But he awakens

Arms wrapping hard

Murmurs, whispers form

Tears fall free

Hope is gone

Morning is dawning

A new start, a new day

And he cries..

BLACK


Dark trees
frame the souls
of the graveyard.
Lively spirits
linger amongst
the comforting silence
of the stars.



REMAINS


In the void
Fluttering between
Alive and dead
Dissolving, deprived
Of your intoxication
And affirmations
A Melancholy cloud
Over my
Mind
Vapid nights
Fade
Existence heaves on
No longer alive
Happiness
Is a mask
Emptiness
Swells inside
Conquering with totality
Leaving me
Tattered
And marooned
Floating
Out of view
As a ghost