She lies still in her bed
a bier of forgotten memories
no stranger to death
she sleeps, dreamless
porcelained skin shining
upon red satin sheets
the call of blood ever grows
stirring from within
waiting for the sun to sleep
for the night is her master
and he beckons from the shadows
-The Elusive Scribe 03082017-
there is nothing in my mind
but that awkward silence
where once noisy dreams run
now there is nothing
but the silence that creeps
in the cracks and crevices
seeping like death and decay
voiceless, merciless in its wake
-©The Elusive Scribe 102914-
they fall from the heavens
accompanied by silent tears
six feet below they go
hiding what’s underneath
strewn across the surface
that covers once lively soul
their fragrance, their farewell
blending with the earth
-©The Elusive Scribe 091614-
Your lips that kiss cold cheeks tonight
shall be a boon to soul seeking its rightful home,
upon the heaven where freedom lies
from flesh and all its earthly ties.
Your hands shall beckon from the darkness
souls seeking rest,
from their weary travels upon this earth,
and by your leave they’ll go on a final trip
to a place where they once belong.
-The Elusive Scribe 091613-
No sorrow pierces my heart,
as a dream dies inside of me.
Should I mourn its passing
knowing that it was you
who caused its demise?
No tears fall from my eyes,
as I bury it beneath the waves
of memories I want to forget
that keep on crashing relentlessly
against the walls that protect me.
No words escape my lips
as I watch my dream disappear.
Dead and should be forgotten
no point in lingering
just wasting time in hoping
that the dream that died within
was the one that could have lasted.
-The Elusive Scribe 080513-
You were gone before your time, your dreams never
Such a sad ending to a happy life, until now it still
makes me cry.
Things could have been different if you were here,
you would have been married with kids on each knee.
Or we could have been playing during the weekends,
me as Rei and you as Kei and we’ll battle with ghosts
Or we could have been watching movies, The Hobbits,
Expendables or even Resident Evil.
Knowing you, however, we’ll probably be watching
Despicable Me or another animated movie.
I wouldn’t mind because it means you’re here with
But fate is a cruel mistress and she has taken you so
Each passing day is hard, even harder for mom and
But don’t you worry dear brother, we’re coping still.
Your absence is always felt, there’s no doubt about it.
But we’ll always remember the happy times, and your
and let it comfort us as even through dark times.
And although another year has passed that you’re not
here with us,
I’ll still be wishing you a happy birthday, dear brother,
for you will always be with me.
-The Elusive Scribe 071613-
Constance dreaming in a dreamless world,
the usual humdrum never bothering her,
buzzing, bleating, bloating and bleeding,
around her the world is decaying,
Constance dreaming of lush valleys dotted with
of butter colored skies that deepen to golden hue,
of oceans dipped in the bluest of blue,
around her a living and breathing world.
Constance dreaming of a world forgotten,
and in her silent repose she is smiling,
she sleeps with an innocence in a world of malice,
never waking but constantly dreaming.
-The Elusive Scribe 022313-