Author Note:

Heard voices from beyond my reach, a time of thought pain, what does it mean, if you see sunshine with out rain, a writer lives with in his self, reports on things that trigger responses.

My darling all the days of passion are gone Seldom does a word willing burn so strong Note on a pretty face fades in bleary eyes Tells right side from wrong seen Got a message yesterday Every dream gone up in flames Call me real soon Make room for me at the top of the stairs Saw the palace hidden in flames of grace yellow poison laced Kissed by the stone cold and hard No body dares cares or owns my sad dying heart Oh give me a place tame Hide the face of pain Calls her name in silent vain Noise and melody crying to be Fear of me seeing her life again Vision cast rocks in hot escape Agony it will last and last Everyday is so risque Shadow follows you long past Depth of saline drips in her song No name for a dark long train Oh give me a place tame Hide the face of pain Calls her name insane Heard the voice of fate Will of choice buckles under weight Stopped dead on her track All are feed from the gravel there Baby at her breast pulls and draws Body has to feed the rest Not a hue of blue left Soft the truth blood money now paid Oh give me a place dark Hide the face of pain Calls her name in vain Shaft of knew dries in the sun Leaves burn in the calling rain Angels in view of every one Kill you too takes the body home Alone again as black day turns Ghost left in shades of make believe No place in this world left to grieve Called the roll no body came Oh give me a place burned Hide the face of pain Calls her name in vain Answer was stoned In words written by A Lord Death was new Fell on his word Skewed Darling for you left words at your grave Pastor looked to me Told him all were safe Smile rests at soft ground Sin of life escapes We leave dirt behind

Author's Notes

I taste the air, and feel the wind, ghosts dance freely in mind, for each thing I have seen, felt, tasted, read leaves glimpses in mind to be recalled, sometimes at the most up appropriate moments. Mind passages.......Hint think poets and painters...