The Choice

standing on the threshold

Standing on the threshold betwixt day and night , which way to step forward into the day or backwards away from the light.

You only have one chance in this moment of your life to choose the path you take next, what will it be. You need to be careful lest you lose. It’s easy to tricked it is easy to be fooled it is no use employing knowledge taught to you at school.

To one side there daylight green fields and oceans blue but with all that beauty there is plenty grief and heartache too. On the dark side there lust, sex and unending life. No care for anyone no warmth or tenderness when you can rip a heart out what use is a gentle caress.

If you step into the sunshine your stay by comparison will be brief but with daylight and human feelings you can find some relief. You may wake one morning after sleeping with your chosen male to find something in you growing that will make all hardships pale. You may stand one dark night with your dead child in your arms screaming at the moon  for your inability to keep the babe from harm. But then you could find comfort in the heat of love, a few minutes break from the pain sent from heaven above.

Step into the dark it is a different tale you will care for none and everything and anyone is for sale. You will try to quench your aching thirst for sex , blood and depravity you will not care who or what you use to set your lust free. You will use what ever means to sate your thirst. Just like a craven beast because that will be your curse! You may choose a mate but neither of you will be true and beware how ever you treat them so they can so treat you!

So you have your choice now which one will you choose will it be the cold dank everlasting dark or the short lived greens and blues?


Long Life ? Not for Me

This one of my first poems I am reprinting it now as I feel I should.


The ground lies frozen like your heart. My loves lies bleeding your cruel words wrenched it apart. A blood red stain spreads fed by my tears shed silently watering the growth of my fears.Sharp new icicles tinged in red look so pretty belying their hard hearts, mean and bereft of pity.My hand is frozen like your heart. My fingers are lifeless like the dark barren trees.

Your ears are deaf to all of my pleas. My eyes are red ringed and watery blue, hiding the untold story of my love wasted on you. Not one more minute can I bare. This place is too crowded, why do they all stare?

My coffee is frozen like your heart; a skin forms so my spoon, like pain rips it apart. No more can I wait, I tremble and shake I look for answer, which road should I take? I leave the table and go out through the door.

Leaving droplets of my life’s blood in a trail on the floor.The ground is frozen there has been fresh snow. Blindly I stumble weaving to and fro. The pain is throbbing inside my head relentlessly repeating the words that you said.

I can’t go on, I can’t stand still, and the echo of your words is making me ill. My eyes are frozen like the ground; my life’s blood is spreading all around. I have no more room for pain in my heart. The knife that I hold will be my new start.

My heart beats no more

My heart is frozen it beats no more. It’s suddenly quiet and I feel  still and sure.

No longer frightened no longer cold, at least I know I’ll never grow old.



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