Cold Winter World

i remember the first day i met her

she was inspired by the lecture,

presented by myself

solely, with the intention of upliftin,

she closed her eyes and began

to pay attention

to the words

as if to soothe her spirit,

along with some others within

the crowd

an amazing display

creative, engraved,

painted pictures like snow falling

on Cedars,

in the dawn of winter

sycamore trees and the leaves

have withered, that hibernate critters

shared by the homes of residents,

retreating from lowered temperatures

i continued on, Gone With the Pen

an excursion, from the path ive diverted

many times, thought id lie behind the curtain

most definite, better than death

life im impressed regardless

what the ravens keep harking,

with their two cents, im livid,

but does not pique my interest

so, whos interest exactly?

not i,

dividing lines on my road to sublime

evading days of trite,

ive paid the price

so now i enlight

put down subscriptions seem poltergeist,

Icarus flight, no Jordan in sight, trendy fisherman

get shot by Zimmermans,

the world enstranged become a recluse?

who's visitin?

the coffin, nothing more than a memory... so often mourn

happiness the reward

acheive peace eventually

apart from the world that has been torn

for centuries