This is all I could do

Somewhere-
far, far away
I left my heart beside you
in our bed
asleep-
snoring softly, your arms held close
how you always sleep-
eyes fluttered
I held my breathe and waited-
nothing
I kissed your brow-
softly
a butterfly kiss
before I left
you stirred-
turned your back to me
it was all that I could do to stay
tears stained my face
but I held myself together-
after all tomorrow would come and home again I'd be

In a small town

I know not what I write
for I don't live here
or know the daily suffering
I am in passing
temporary
fleeting
I hear-
bells sound in the distance,
of the great church
lovingly built-
sand stone block by sand stone block
stained glass intricately melded together
to form the Virgin Mary, Jesus in arms
by the nothings of this town-
the minions walk in single file to hear the words that will save
them from damnation-
and down the road,
as deep forest meets,
a young man meets his destiny-
a single bullet chosen by his best friend
the boy he grew up with-
ate from the same plate
to deliver the message from those much higher in the chain of-
greed
wealth
and a self attested power
to a boy who only wanted what was rightfully his
but knew within his heart of hearts
he would never have

Death is

Death is a ceremony
it has its own song-
smell
ambience
it has its own colour
the darkest midnight,
without a solitary star to illuminate its path

Death has its own mystery-
no two are ever alike
both in the deliverance
and the acceptance
cowered
or arms outstretched
it never receives a welcome
or anything else

Death has its own greeting
its pledge's-many
it is the most well known
above all else-
death is the holy one

Leaves of a chestnut tree

Abandoned palaces of red brick-coarse cement
terracotta
homes of the fled-
when pestilence came it did not discriminate
when life failed-
dreams were shattered
what could have been became nothing
promises-
ties made to a land that was all theirs
born unto
but circumstance prevailed
and all that is left
are the fallen leaves
now gold-
rotten
of the chestnut trees

She rules with iron fist

She rules with iron fist
determination-
authority
but at night
when darkness cloaks the day
for a break
she ponders
and lets herself laugh-
be thankful of the life she has led-
alone
a mother hen to her own and others
she's watched them grow
and leave her nest-
insignificant places in the world
from afar, she's dreamed of them
she's seen hardship
life renewed fresh and beautiful-
this is her time until no more

All about the cash

Smell the money
in thick wads
all around the world they gather-
the glamorous
made up to the nines
exuding not the sweet smell of-
Prada or Chanel
but the dizzying smell of cash-
they walk,
head poised with an arrogant casualness
as people part
like Moses parted the sea-
the rich
this place of war
jealousy
caused by an insignificant piece of fabricated paper

Distances

Giddy-
while a piece of my heart remains stagnant
an everlasting gasp of breath
suspended in time-
for the time-that time,
that one day-
one day when I see your smiling face,
again
and time ticks over once more
picking up where we left off
in your embrace
where I feel whole-
content like myself
as if we'd never been apart