Creative writing

Mercy is a place where he is free of sexual desire. Thoughts driving a body, heart, and mind to service. Straining, through the day to day desires, to maintain sufficient appearances. Bright rainbow halos dancing over head. Assurances we gave so we shall have a lovers tryst Mere glances take the heart in tow. Make witness a fools game played every day here and there. For lust has no rules and desires must be met. Remember, mercy is a place where he is free of sexual desire.

Dripping sounds where are they now Winds howling out a sound of pain and loss We are different, we have changed, age robs us of our dignity Serving others through financial greed, we dance upon the last of the life we had The hands of time clutch mine, we changed, wrinkles now bless the landscape before us He marches past, as a king now blessed with yours and  mine, we are his toys Worker suicide is up, depression down, drug addiction rages on, we all die of something She weeps at the end of the street waiting for a lover who will never come He stands alone in his room, gazing out the window The waters clean away all that was, while healing all the wounds of yesterday People, so many people, now where do we all fit?

Twisted woods I now walk through so dark I can no longer see you Hearts on fire a blazing heat transferred from our feet Wrapped around like two snakes twisted up inside and out No shapes to hold, no love to make Hands now drying out in the sun, we bake Locked up in the castle till early morning, we are here Telling myself you love me, you love me. I am dying my dear She holds him close to her chest again Her tears fall  gently upon his head They have toiled together so many years Forgetting time and place, no longer matters, when you have become one.