command performance…

hidden in the shadows
cast by a dark moon
are the empty hearts
of lovers
who trusted
that words spoken
in moments of passion
were words
of truth
but in truth
were but
shadow puppets
of the truth
an ancient form
of storytelling
an entertainment
for one
an opaque scene
of dreams desired
illuminated with lies
to create the illusion
of moving towards
love eternal
a believer’s
traditional fairy tale
a myth brought on
by loneliness
and despair
silhouettes of love
seen by an audience
of one


laughter at the end of the road…

they are the children
of the night
seen and unseen
moon lit silhouettes
at the end of your road
moving as if
were the prey
their hateful words
flow easily through
the bars on your window
seeping into the lining
of your pious soul
that has protected you
all these years
but now
just below the superficial
crust of your existence
is  hot molten anger
flowing from those
who have nothing
but the empty promises
of a better life