Hoarfrost

My heart was rimed
by the chill of your spite,
leaving me frostbitten
and dying of lost love.

Primary

Two people,
their worlds combined,
even with other loves
that become aligned,
still the reality
of all that is
for the truth lies within.
The others have a flirtation,
a romance drifting free,
while you and I
have something more,
even if sometimes it lacks
that sheer elemental rush
of the lovers waltz,
because they have a page
a chapter in this story,
but you and I have a world,
made of pain and joy,
loss and longing.
They are a portion,
we are the world.

(c) Tortured Cyclone 2015

Thanksgiving

True Thanksgiving
comes from the acceptance of
the grace we're given.

November's Prophecy

November sleet chills,
providing a grim foretaste
of bitter winter.

(c) 2015 Tortured Cyclone

Je Suis Desolee

There are moments
that stand out
from the crush
of life's passage.
Moments that define
a generation,
a society,
an entire world.
Yesterday,
the forces of intolerance
struck a blow
against people
whose only crime
was being
at a certain place
and time
in the City of Lights.
To my grief,
again our world
is being defined
by people who choose
to stand against
a way of life
foreign to their own,
instead of following
the Way of Peace,
as their own scriptures
tell them they should.

(c) 2015 Tortured Cyclone

Dorian

What price did you pay,
that your life, your soul,
is bound to this painting?
The ravages of the years
hidden from casual view
behind a velvet curtain,
disfiguring your portrait
in your stead...
but trapped you are,
for he who controls
the painting you inhabit,
owns you absolutely.

@ 2015 Tortured Cyclone

Rain of Hopelessness

It falls,
trickling
like the failing
pulse
of heaven,
the weeping
armies
of Glory
grieving
mankind's fall,
the last drops
of hope's
life blood
bleeding out,
leaving
a barren,
dry sky,
filled
with despair,
the personification,
seasonal affecting,
of the wasteland
that is my soul.