Time Trap
Time falls away
as the sky opens
her arms to
shed sweet tears
Alone, she paces,
oblivious to the rain,
drenched in uncertainty
Foggy windows hide
the clock that has long
since stopped it's ticking
Nicotine-stained fingers
flick ashes to the floor
as he taps his restless foot
and once again closes his
bloodshot eyes... on the
night that never ends
Lynn West
(c) 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Abyss of the Soul
Abyss of the Soul
Dark is the night when the stars
won't shine, like a hole in the bottom
of the sea...
Black is the heart of the evil one,
standing over me
Ebony splinters where once was the
soul of the man who lost his way
Raven sparks fly from his eyes;
he will find no peace today
Lynn West
(c) 2010
Dark is the night when the stars
won't shine, like a hole in the bottom
of the sea...
Black is the heart of the evil one,
standing over me
Ebony splinters where once was the
soul of the man who lost his way
Raven sparks fly from his eyes;
he will find no peace today
Lynn West
(c) 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Psyche
Psyche
She livens up the party,
just by walking in
Every time he looks
at her, a new world
does begin
He loves the feel of her
touch, he lives to hear
her talk
And lordy he's not the
only man who loves
to watch her walk
Her dark eyes glisten
in the candle's light
and he feels complete
on this starry night
She's every man's dream
and wish to come true
Who is she, you ask?
Look in the mirror,
it's you...
Lynn West
(c) 2010
She livens up the party,
just by walking in
Every time he looks
at her, a new world
does begin
He loves the feel of her
touch, he lives to hear
her talk
And lordy he's not the
only man who loves
to watch her walk
Her dark eyes glisten
in the candle's light
and he feels complete
on this starry night
She's every man's dream
and wish to come true
Who is she, you ask?
Look in the mirror,
it's you...
Lynn West
(c) 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Seeking Wisdom
Seeking Wisdom
Many are the days when I
knock on wisdom's door,
drinking in the knowledge
like I never have before
Yearning for answers
to the questions that are asked
of how and why and where and when,
I have discovered to be my task
Contemplating solutions
to the problems I find at hand,
perhaps my greatest joy to date
is "seeking to understand"
Lynn West
(c) 2010
Many are the days when I
knock on wisdom's door,
drinking in the knowledge
like I never have before
Yearning for answers
to the questions that are asked
of how and why and where and when,
I have discovered to be my task
Contemplating solutions
to the problems I find at hand,
perhaps my greatest joy to date
is "seeking to understand"
Lynn West
(c) 2010
The Miser
The Miser
Money is his god
and as he touches it
in frenzied motion,
maddened, scurrying,
like a squirrel gathering nuts...
And for the hundredth
time he counts and recounts
the stacks of paper and runs
his hands across the neatly
stacked rows of coins, shining,
golden hue'd idols, listening
he peers out the window,
hears a shout and curses,
now he must start his
precious count again....
and he laughs the laugh
of the miser
and sits in the cold house
alone...
Lynn West
(c) 2010
Money is his god
and as he touches it
in frenzied motion,
maddened, scurrying,
like a squirrel gathering nuts...
And for the hundredth
time he counts and recounts
the stacks of paper and runs
his hands across the neatly
stacked rows of coins, shining,
golden hue'd idols, listening
he peers out the window,
hears a shout and curses,
now he must start his
precious count again....
and he laughs the laugh
of the miser
and sits in the cold house
alone...
Lynn West
(c) 2010
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Buried Secrets
Buried Secrets
Her emotions crippled
by years of abuse and
she wonders how
to make it end
She keeps the secret
to herself, not even
telling her best friend
She prays for strength
to face another day,
somehow she makes
it through
She hides the details
behind dark glasses,
her eyes beat black and blue
After years of hidden shame,
one day rising from a fall,
she finds the courage buried
deep within to start her life anew
Lynn West
(c) 2009
Her emotions crippled
by years of abuse and
she wonders how
to make it end
She keeps the secret
to herself, not even
telling her best friend
She prays for strength
to face another day,
somehow she makes
it through
She hides the details
behind dark glasses,
her eyes beat black and blue
After years of hidden shame,
one day rising from a fall,
she finds the courage buried
deep within to start her life anew
Lynn West
(c) 2009
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