The Pretenders Of Love

We started to walk that night with no clue where to go,

We walk past the street lights and neon sign boards,

In silence we were walking no word from mouth swayed,

The air touched our skin, was the only thing we felt,

We were walking in search of release and to let go of the pain,

The road was straight but our thoughts were vague,

The irrelevance of our walk could be seen on our face,

Are we trying to keep up with life's pace?

Are we pretending, to be in love for goodness sake!

Will we never find the road that led us to our grave?

We know before the last breath the pain is hardest to bear,

Then we looked at each other again, the one last time and in darkness we saw us fade.

The Shadowy Beast

 I sketch your frame with the brush of my eyes, on the canvas of thin blue air,

I hide you from the world around me and keep you safe,

Then from the East, I saw the misty beast rise,

Creeping the sheets of my thin blue air,

I heard me scream in lifeless space,

The beast I saw clawing and wrest upon my safe place,

It took the frame whole and in snippet it changed,

The brush of my eyes turned to cascade of agony,

Where can I go to and find that haven safe?

Where can I find the  the fragments, the snippet of my frame?

I took the dreaded of the misty beast,

In strength and will I prepared my way

The snippet I collected bit by bit,

Held close to my thumping chest and began to shape,

The frame much unassailable and infinite I made.