Sometimes

Sometimes I don’t know what the world is like anymore.
It sways and tips and then moves two steps backwards.
I see the lack of compassion and the shallow eyes that never look up,
to afraid to speak without the use of facebook or text messaging.

Sometimes it is a cocoon that I wrap myself in and find contact with those
who do smile.
It is the other half of the street that stays away from the touch of humanity.

Blue Gypsy

 

The Blue Gypsy once weaved tales of pure delight.
And through her voice a magical sojourn took place;
Her audience was enticed by every word,
the movement of her hands posed a delicate structure where she stood.
Then she would break into song where her voice would cast a spell..

"In the distance beyond the mountains,
My heart once traveled to see the man I loved.
We danced around an open bonfire
to see the morning light come.

And when the first light struck upon those who were sleeping.
My lover left me by the sea
Only to emerge as a ghost in my dreams".

Edward Gorey Was Once My Lover

Little Beast

Little beast was once a man.
Covered in ash and mud
He sat on his porch smoking his pipe,
telling tales of swallowing humming birds whole.
He was known as a giant, but had a small heart
It barley had enough thumps to keep his humanity in tact.

As he got older, he would boast about no longer swallowing humming birds
but had moved on to small children, puppies and then adults.
He never laughed or cried,
He would just sit smoking his pipe,
Rubbing his belly from his latest feast,
Till the earth's inhabitants became deceased.