Castle In The Shadows (poetry 2014-present)

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