The Osprey

I often wonder why she fled

the purple-drenched sky.

An osprey cried “Let us pray”

I tried but nothing came out.

Grey caverns swallowed my soul,

she rolled ‘neath her headstone,

a subtle tone wrang in my head.

The bird then warbled a dirge

while I was on the verge

of following my love into tomorrow,

thus forever ending my sorrow.

Hamlet’s debate would seal my fate

one way or another.

And as the osprey sped away

I wondered if I’d live

to see another day.



Oh sacred stone, what mysteries have you beheld?

I held the history of the earth in my palm.

Like a Psalm of the Creator’s majesty

it was unbearably sublime.

Time alone forged its character,

nature may have molded its face;

but only the Infinite could make a thing from nothing.

I marvelled at this miracle for a moment,

then launched it toward the lake.

It skipped the water but twice;

then disappeared.


Wild whipping wind, roar of the beast.

Planet born of sin, sacrificial feast.

Nature’s catastrophic rage unleashed.

Homes crumble like brittle twigs.

Mercy? No hope this storm brings.

Crashing, thrashing force of destruction;

unabated hatred knows no obstruction.

And just that fast,

the tempest passed.

Bloody. Broken. Every breath inducing pain.

As she cringed in a corner, no love remained.

He was sorry. Said he’d never do it again.


Her obsession

Although he left her weeks ago

she simply cannot let him go.

The calls and texts come day and night;

this tunnel has no end, no light.

She’s addicted to the pain;

pheromones bewitch her brain.

The ecstasy when they kissed,

all the glorious joy she missed.

She can’t forget his gentle touch

or that laugh she loved so much.

No – her iron will will never bend.

Her desperate longing won’t ever end.

Take two Tylenol and call me in the morning

I meant what I said

get out of my head.

Run away instead

or you’ll end up dead.

Like trees touching sky

keep your hands held high.

Make a move you die.

How dare you ask why?!?

Birds may fly away,

never will I say

please come back and stay.

That’s just not my way.

You are a disgrace.

Can’t you read my face?

You’ve fallen from grace.

Leave and leave no trace…


In an instant the distance dissolves;

the violent violets flooding my id explode

and the prism of my heart cannot refract the haze.

The days of languishing in the anguish amidst the nebula of my soul

are nearly done – for I am undone.

I yearn to break free from this melancholy madness,

for me this is an unholy sadness.

I am trapped between the moon and sun

hopelessly longing for an eclipse

I know will never come…