KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD

KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD

CHASING THE RAPTOR REV 4

My ghostly shadow soars, an exhilarated flight;

forbidden in a life; bequeathed beyond the veil;

Memories burn away like a nebula's fiery light;

Buried within, a soulless raucous fight I'll win.

Rising from the ground; to the clouds I inhale.

Once a lonely strife where life should've been;

the dream's finally real, I stand ready to begin;

Destiny fulfilled during this sunset at the harbor.

I'll smile for awhile; electric vibes upon my skin.

Now soaring into the mist; Chasing the Raptor.

LIGHT WITHIN THE ABYSS

Your shadow in the darkness;

is my light within this abyss.

Breathless whispers tout the faithless;

cherished heartbeats now remiss.

Drifting home through the blueish haze;

fires burn hot in the cavernous lair.

The brimstone steeps and rhythms play;

a raucous medley to a Serpent found there.

A captured heart in a golden cage;

chained so bold, yet loosely bound.

escape the trap while hiding the rage;

Lest I dwell forever as the devils clown.

You're shadow writhes in a haziness above;

guiding the way to a pathway home.

Grasp my essence; accept my love.

Treasure this enlightened dispirited soul."

TAKE MY HAND

Once upon a time;

none were too old

for a fairy tale.

None too young

for bedtime stories.

And none too busy

to read a good book.

But for now , my dear

take my hand and

let us walk through

the Forest Portals,

to an enchanted land

of Dragons, Fairies,

Castles and Unicorns.

SAVIOR MINE

But My Love,

with the rising

blood red Moon

during this cool

cruel twilight sky

you shall have to

inhale a deep breath

and ready yourself

for the unholy shade

of darkness to arrive.

Prepare now to be

your own pious savior,

because all about you,

everyone is too busy

running around this

hellish rancid city

trying to save their

own wretched souls.

BRAMBLES AND WINE

Rambling through

the brambles while

scrub and briers

grasp upon me.

Blackberry wine

dreams, while an

intoxicated mind

forever foggy.

Another splash

from the flask

in a life so stale.

Filling the pail

full of sweet ripe

blackberries.

DERVISHES OF DANCE

Adrift through a time;

enchanted ever after

misty twisted vines

whirling about the sky.

Awash in rhyme

feeling remorseless

shimmering candle

wicked hands of time.

Dervishes of dance

turning on the break

treaty of broken lives

a tenure of romance.

Histrionic dreaming

miles apart conceiving

munching feted peach

a liar to wishful scheme.

Apostles laughing snively

skyward glances glaring

blowing kisses downward

praying with a cruel piety.

Monkey's tiff and toss shit

at those of ardent squalor;

sideways stare, bow or curtsy,

wail and waltz into the parlor.

(First Published by Down in the Dirt Magazine)

KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD