“ Winters ” ~ white toll ~

Spilling from the sky,

Snowflakes falling

On a dying autumn,

Means hide traces

To render fall faceless

In a snow blanket pall,

Hiding dead places

Of fall’s grey sprawl,

This season suffers

With architect of cold,

Be Jack Frost’s hold

Of long enduring nights,

Held winter’s white toll!


“ A Road ” ~ that has a home ~


I’ve roamed

Far beyond Rome,

And in between

Sites that did mean

Recall one day,

What must be seen

To find their way

In minds held keen,

That musings stay

To hold the memory

Of insistent places,

Where one still hears

Echoes of the faceless,

In a world of tears

Where life soon passes,

With utter indifference

To their relentless fears…


The while I roam

Roads I have known,

Yet find them looking

For a road that has a home!


“ They Walk Alone ” ~ in a deathlike beat ~


They walk alone

On crowded streets

Of vacant beings,

Human refuse

On weary feet,

Move to the rhythm

Of a deathlike beat,

Hopeless mortals

Search for refuge

On a road lost,

In a faceless world…


Most lay in wait

For their decay

To transfer hells,

While in false hope

These human shells

Pray fate awakes,

To so impel

Their fellow man

Extend a hand,

Before too late

When in a final hell,

They forever walk alone!