Last night was cold

the halloween air damp

the leaves crackle and whisp

the moist ground reveals a sound

the churning wind wakens the falling leaves

the smell of a fire burning in the distnace

the moonlight breaking threw my window

a night to remember

an old friend stops bye

says hello then goodbye

the cold night surrounds my skin

my skin reacts with goosbumps

my heart beating slowly

my eyes open wide

a fear has come over me

my mind has started to corrupt my thoughts

the words of a woman linger

linger too long

the words spoken

the gestures read

the plot had already begun

she ended what was already over

my mind did not know, what my heart felt

my mind poured the fuel on too the fire

a light, as bright as the sun emerges

my heart ached from my minds fury

Now it is i who aches

I walked back and forth  to the source

no messages , no mail

now words to be spoken no conclusion

I paced, obsessively, back anf forth

my mind racing with impure thoughts

my heart aching from the pain of  love

My mind was weak and my heart was strong

the division line drawn

the wires crossed
the message incompete
the soul of a woman
has torn my mind and heart apart
left behind are the scars
beaten but not broken
words easily said.Hard to live up too

the night has turned to day
no light from th eeternal flame in the sky
no hope has come ,with this a a new dawn
despair and angst have been the topic of the day
my bed is my coffin, my carsofogas
my room has become my cell
my time is  of a murdered
life with out parole

my mind was in control of my heart
my heart was not stong enough today
she has gone
i have stayed
her ship as set sail
and i wave from the coast of sorrow


a new chapter will begin
and old chapter must end
the books binding worn
the cover mis used
its words fading
its meaning lost
today was a grey day
this life has become an old book
enjoyed in conversation
but least likely to be taken of the shelf
admired for what it was
it has its place on the shelf
the dust collects
the pages frey
the sunlight fades its glory
at home
the book will stay