Castle In The Shadows (poetry 2014-present)

Pidgeon in a cage Pidgeon in a cage consumptive underfed and de-conditioned with internal rage too weak to express grieving a powerless feeling far away from the river it's to fly along and deliver at the mercy of an un-empathetic half wit a half asleep and resentful owner incapable un-insightful of the optimal feed to provide and it'll never change and all the pidgeon can do is stockpile away and hang on day by day weary eyed hanging on waiting unto late waiting for the satin clad to open up the gate

There's no time to distribute less energy than time the gas pedal has just enough left for this  sacred rhyme and with that must be selfish and with that must be tame I cannot frolic, relentlessly or burnt out'll be this teeny candle flame For a split second there's guilt there's worry but I must shoo  the mental pest 'til it scurries away There is but precious few days to do what I  must the most ... I want to walk away completely  away, away from reciprocal speech even with my own kind while I'm so unwell it's a breech  of the energy exertions which I must keep at bay So I don't have time I have to say goodbye social with akin was once good but now it's mostly wry  it doesn't mean I don't care it's just that, well I need to do what I love most before I die  So I have to walk away holding the candle with a tiny, flickering flame I have to cu...

icicle crystals cut like a thistle on my skin when I sat down 500 miles away from town yes, and just like they sang there's not a shirt on my back not a penny to my name and now i understand the lack and now the tears fall on in vain they do fall on my pain they do fall with the emptiness as I crawl into this shack ... with my shivering skin blue from the rain it hits and slides can't even grip this cane can't even grip the pain in my exhaustion and I'm to blame yes the one to blame is me i have only myself to blame when i took the hard way and wasted away so far away from the dawn of day from the home i loved like she said while waiting for the train as she wore her bolshevik glove like this, i ran away to the barracks for what purpose and for who i didn't think i was worthy to do what lives deepest ... i had to fight and prove because i didn't know if i was true enough kamikaze piloting to try and show th...

broken glass of a soaking jar never got that far not quite up to par beckoned by the wrong seed to soak to breed 'twas the wrong order, see the wrong angle to heed like the watch ticking in the drawer unsorted in the dishevelled subordinate corner it be and atop there was the jar of seeds failing to sprout with the desperate pixie welling up in a pout for not soaking the right seeds fruition doth leave and nutrition won't be out the door with the breeze then the rageful angry screams shatter the jar with the seeds and the pixie fell to her knees with the tears of the tease of those damn lying seeds! - S. Rose Ashcraft

by and by sweet as cherry pie as it curdles in the soul as it rolls  tenaciously  sly ... on your tongue so tart better than kitschy art  better than saying goodbye so you stay  warm and dry with cherry pie ... but it's wrought while it rots deeper and deeper inside while the silky, fluffy clouds dress suspension of time with a layer of sublime reaching reaching for the rhyme and the meaning in the wind chimes  that whisper with the plight that whisper in the morning - in the morning of the night ... and as the clock ticks well beyond midnight there's the tartness on your plate but alas it's like fish bait for the discordance of late,  unto late unto late until its' too late and the fog that fails to lift in the dauntingly, naively hopeful abyss you know something is amiss throw the plate  throw the fork in this for it really isn't bliss no it really i...

Edge of pain in uncertain rain pounding on the windows in the devoid in disdain disappointment and bewilderment confusion of conclusion.. Suspended in the lane in between the park in between the pain

Have you ever considered that more than one answer may be true like Yes and No and Don't and Do ... Have you ever thought someone can be both good and bad and happy and sad and sane and mad and a lot and a tad ... Or do you have to shove them in a place and put them in a fixed-in space .. well you cannot do that to me I will not be what you say I be I will not be either good or bad or right or wrong or happy or sad I will be  multi-faceted me So Begone! and No more Categories! I will be whole I will be Free I will be natural human me - S. Rose Ashcraft

Tree bark don't bark up the wrong tree isn't that what you are made of? as I say ... Tee hee hee hee! 'cause you don't make any sense I thought you a little dense 'til I realized it was simple like a warm September breeze quit the tease of your childish summer swing it's autumn now so let us bring all the spiced apples and cold, damp rain better start gearing up for all the cold, damp pain and the shivering unto rheumatism and so let the bone broth steep despite the schism of the pattern of the seam of the gleam.. and if you wanna blow off steam ,,, don't go barking up this tree settle down and come to be with the water, of the tea of the bark that is the tree.

Black nigh with her wing the raven waves then she turns her back - into the dark shadowy caves It feels so hollow almost depraved to gate up on me on me until the grave and maybe you'll miss me then but you don't understand how this drums my heart of scars if I let it the notions in Pain aside there are other ways I don't even need the deepest love that I crave If I can be brave and believe when the raven waves I don't need to chase I have spirit to embrace

Tick tick tick bite bite bite tock tock tock fight with might lift your head up through fever on your skin tears are dried up like whispers in the bin reach reach reach for an answer in the bleak of the night camp out to reach the peak you're 10,000 feet it's a climb that is so steep half of all folk will fall and sleep forever more and especially if they're half naked at 50 below allergic but too frozen to even sneeze now you're landing on your knees so put your hands together and with the palms of stormy weather grab a spear make a sweater

The stars know the patterns glow the roots must grow after the rain the seeds have been lain upon the fields that were barren plains that once did yield one at the gate almost too late was a pass handed over though unplanned, it was fate Yet still navigated through the pendulous chill and the compass was negated by the inquisition still when fighting for survival is seen as but a crime not entitled to revival I'm on my own dime - S. Rose Ashcraft

I'm finding it disturbing all the chronically ill I'm seeing things, unnerving they bring with them a chill when I see all these people with hospital bags of saline running through their veins I think; what in Gods' name is causing such a thing ... and there's many more pining out in the rain and there's many begging doctors to acknowledge their pain ... it's a dangerous game in this archaic system objectivity is scarce and this bares many a victim unbiased research is afar and a tease and will only draw nearer when millions scream: "Please!!!" and they'll scream and they'll scream and how many will fall before the greedy redeem and respond to the calls as of today if with rare disease you're ill mainstream science is behind and, unless rich, you'll be in danger still unless you buy you're way out to safety, via the newest of things that are currently only accessible to the kings and the qu...

A rainbow unicorn ran from the predators time after time 'til she gave up you don’t fit in anywhere so then, you don’t get a share you won’t get your outerwear when weather is rough smack down the 'rat' with poison cheese yes, put out the trap and say "by all means" and Jackie; you won’t get a stalk with un-patented beans! oh but, sit back down please don't not wear a frown or we’ll document and flag the "scene" ... - S. Rose Ashcraft 

Ace of spaces be the raids anti-heaven sent but, kneel for 'lent' All of it is being done and is there no clemency from those who know the cause at the core those who know the covered sun And so that's how it feels with a wall against your heels and your shoulders are pinned back stomachs' on the drying rack ... Calling on the real angels through the tunnel of fears dark and all unknowing still have mercy, melt these frozen tears Oh, consideration not some seem to have for they're rabies-bitten and the lion is a kitten oh so shivering and afraid The dark and dauntless spades are chasing Alice down a maze and she just wants to wake up and to not be afraid ... - S. Rose Ashcraft 

Through nausea Through heart skipping this gravida is fragile Sing Carry to term this soul creation don't lose don' bleed protect and plead and chant this last chance deep incantation .. Soul elation slay damnation The breeze is humming the clock is ticking the soldiers are drumming .. so breathe and sing Through fainted-ness Through withered-ness through burning skin Through cell attack Just sing just sing though strength you lack it will be your last chance so call the guides and dance While you're still standing Let them lift you you've waited too long in the standing cue And now so bow you've paid your dues find the encrusted Ruby shoes .. Were you a fool will fate be cruel or is there one last chance to bring destiny to the ring Yes, please Just sing - S. Rose Ashcraft 

dont' wanna hear me bitch? then to quell this screaming itch let me transform into bubbles and sing in a fever pitch when you say it isn't rich and when you say it's like a switch then turn off the light and say it right and don't look at the ditch - S. Rose Ashcraft