DARK ROOM

I sit inside a darkened room
Surrounded by familiar gloom.
Under the door I see a crack,
But gusts of wind do blow it black.

Your face is not a mask removed,
But sketch all drawn with lines anew.
I see you form before my eyes;
A creature born of compromise.

Dichotomy of good and bad
Lies twisted in this selfish land
Where people live life to consume.
I sit here in my darkened room.

~ C. Spies

SUNSPOT

The sky is too bright for me today

So give me mist, storms, darkness,
To keep the blinding light at bay.

Give me the surging winds that howl,
The dancing fiends that twist and warp,
And crash on through the lazy boughs -
Oh, sunny days; My last resort.

Towards the tempest am I inclined,
With all the skies that rage and roar.
This sunny madness clouds my mind,
So let me watch my raindrops pour.

~ C. Spies

SHADOW DANCE

I once asked a shadow to dance,
To frolic and to play,
And begged him not to leave too soon;
I asked him if he'd stay.

He was a child of merriment,
Addictive in his charm,
And used to show the children things
That brought them to his arms.

His mocking tones would spring delight,
Initially it was always so,
But then the fast approaching night
Would send the children running home.

I once asked a shadow to dance
In distant yesterday;
He came at once to see me laugh
And we danced the years away.

~ C. Spies

MR. QUIN

Oh, tricksy poltergeist,
Mr. Quin, Mr. Quin, Mr. Quin;
You've lost your lust for life
And now the darkness has seeped in.

A king of countless castles
With nowhere to call home,
The darling Mr. Quin must walk
Wherever he shall roam.

Invisible to staring eyes
And your gruesome, ghostly gaze,
Dear Mr. Quin does waltz along
Heedless of passing days.

~ C. Spies

DISTANCE

Our heart to give in times of strife
When evil overtakes your life,
We heal the wounds left by the knife
Where endless harmful thoughts run rife.

In times of peace it's hard to see
Your pleasure and your gaiety
Across the countless waves of sea
That separate the you from me.

~ C. Spies

LAND OF EMPTY PROMISES

O, land of sundry promises
Enveloped by the flame,
How is it you can function here
Overshadowed by the shame?

O, land of empty promises,
A land of fallen dreams,
How can you stand so resolute
With people on their knees?

O, land of broken promises,
A relic of the times,
Guide their eyes towards the gold
So they can see your lies.

~ C. Spies.

WHY DID WE INVENT TIME?