Unpredictable

Fate is an unpredictable mistress. She paints a world of shadows. I stood against her and her tides of despair. Fanning the fields of hope, realizing that she was a joke, that I was the joke. Painted faces reflect in the mirror, a golden man lie on my shore His cascading smile, iridescent liquid pearls bleed across my breast. No elbow room at his feeding trough. Ironing wrinkled fields of disenchantment. Writing notes of the joke which is she. StoriesRead more

July

July 18, 2016 I wondered what it was like for you that day. How it must have felt as the raging river sucked you in smashing the violets in your pocket. I wondered how it felt when the river bottoms bone crushing grip around your neck raped you of your youth. How did it feel when your home was being invaded by a squatter holding your lungs for ransom? I wondered what you must’ve felt inside as death’s icy gripRead more

Fly

  One wing broken. A little token of words spoken. Remnants from a heart broken. Attempts to fly in vain. Dragged down by the pain. Struggle to regain. The roué pretentious. Machination on the sly. The sword of truth lay on the path To Sever what’s broken Balance regained. One wing remained The Moon whispers faith. The Sun promises hope. The Stars inspire dreams With all three in hand A chance is taken. Recovery of flight without fright. Strength restored,Read more

Blue Moon

Once in a Blue Moon do you find a love like that. A love like that is hard to define, too hard to hold, So she let it go. Through the vibrations of time and space this love will fly, A love like that is hard to find, too hard to hold. Young at heart, body, mind and soul, Through time and space this love will roll. Enduring all forever more, a spot reserved in future lore. Throughout time andRead more

Weaver

Weaver of pain A heart collector Spoken in riddles.  The voice a sweet honeyed chime A tryst flexitime. Two spreads, three spreads A trifecta after a time  Poke it stick it  Stick your vibration in it. The fox hides Secret affections Not to escape detection. Weaving deceptions. Collector of hearts  Departs  ©2015 DLHouseholder Read more

Lies

    Passions burn. The earth rumbles. The body shakes. The prelude to a storm upon her face. Lost somewhere between life and death, Heaven and Hell, Chaos and freedom. Beautifully she’d lied to herself. Her heart led her to destruction. Not a sound made as screams turned  to silence. It was her own heart which told her the  most torturous of lies. ©2015 DLHouseholderRead more