Shadow

I am walking behind
But I long to be by your side

Your calloused hands
Keep me in place
Those arms engulf me
Suffocating me
Never letting go

Your words though sincere
Hurt me
Hinder me
Making me feel beneath thee

You are colossal
Huge
Monstrous
Towering over
And I am holding hands with your shadow

This House

Magical evil realm of detachment
Lost souls trying to find redemption
Amid the darkness
Pestilence of the mind
Heart
And the weary body
Walking through these doors
Haunted with poltergeists and
Wicked spirits
This house turned on you and the people in it
Splash of holy water
And bible scriptures
Hear my incantation
Ward off the demons with grotesque horns
And nose flaring in a bloody ager
Who is nocturnal like the vampire Lestat
Morbid depression
Sucking hopes and dreams
Give me wings to fly freely

Off into the wood with the fairies
Tall as finger tips
Dancing and frolicking.
Whispering to me
Leading me
Deep
Through the trees
Barefooted letting the moist dirt
Seep in between my toes
I have a warm sensation of welcome
And there she is
Standing tall
In the purest of white; shining.
She frees me

All it took
Was a portal
A key hole, a tunnel
To go through a blackened bottomless pit
And here I
Enter a brand new world.

These City Streets

Change rattling in a stained
Coffee cup
Arm extended, "I need your love"
Sign read:
Feed mEe. IM Hungray
In need of home.
I notice there is sympathy for the
Dumb.

I know these city streets
Lived in these city streets
I breathed these city streets
Until the fumes of the sewers
Became me

A penny for my thoughts?
Why sure!
Futures torn at crossroads
Battles of the races;
Civilized white people to the black savages
Economy at a turmoil;
A wall street crisis.
Hopes raked
Like autumn leaves
"I need your touch"
Visions of success
Built high, torn down
Like city skyscrapers
And a
Melting pot
Brewing

Black and smokey
We are Blanketed by a perilous fog
Everything seems gray and murky
The average new Yorker whisks their thoughts away
And masks the pain
And go ahead day by day.
"I need shelter, I need warmth"
The cold shoulder
And blank stares
Is it that there is a humble person in there?

"thank you pretty lady"
I look at them doe eyed as they pass
Searching for a place in existence