Carpe Diem #1781: Dead Leaves

the leaves falling down

colorless on the cold wind

my heart breaks like ice

~Cie~

Notes:

I guess I came close to following the traditional Haiku rules, but if not, you can tell me that I suck and should go die in a fire like the trash poet (and excuse for a human being) that I am. For me, the expression is always more important than the rules, and it's difficult to teach a very old and stupid dog new tricks.

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 10: Touch Me Again (Choka)

Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay

I miss being held

Warm in the womb of your arms

I dream alone now

Drowning in a pool of tears

Undertow take me

I give myself to the deep

The deep majesty

Let me dream of you again

Feel your touch again

As when this flight was yet young

~Cie~

Song Inspirations:

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 1: Dark Night of the Soul

Image by Owensart from Pixabay

Awakening from our dream of love, we see that once again

The dark night of the soul descends

Bleakness that no shiny happy folderol can end

Chaos reigns instead

Doubt descends to destroy

Every beautiful thing

Found in its path

Ghouls dig into the graves

History is unearthed

Incapable of believing

Jealousy

Kills

Love

Morning rushes away

Night descends 

Old fears

Prey on us in the pitch black of our doubts

Regret overtakes 

Soul fire ignites the last vestiges of hope

Tragically, certain ill-advised words cannot be

Unsaid

Vain tears cannot

Win back what was tossed aside

Xenos we are
You fly away

Zeroing the light in my heart
Back
to
Black

~Cie~

Couldn't leave without giving credit to the amazing Amy Winehouse for the inspiration.

Carpe Diem Summer Love 2019: Day 2: Two Hearts Together

Image by skeeze from Pixabay

A poetry tribute to Chris Isaak, king of the rockabilly ballad

Using song titles from his album "Heart Shaped World"

Heart Shaped World

~

My sad heart shaped world

Shattered by an asteroid

Scorched by the hot sun

My heart went supernova

Love always goes wrong for me

💔

I'm Not Waiting

~

I'm not waiting 'round

You said that you'd wait for me

But you ran away

Wish I could change everything

From the time you drove me mad

💔

Don't Make Me Dream About You

~

I begged you please 

Don't make me dream about you

Let's just remain friends

You said you wanted me more

But in the end you just ran

💔

Kings of the Highway

~

Kings of the highway

You led such amazing lives

Though it took its toll

Playing rock and roll a dream

Dream sometimes becomes nightmare

💔

Wicked Game

~

Wicked game it was

When you begged for my love

Did you know it then

How it would be in the end

Was I a way to kill time?

💔

Blue Spanish Sky

~

A blue Spanish sky

At times your eyes were so blue

Sometimes they were green

To me you were beautiful

I wish you could still be mine

💔

Wrong to Love You

~

It's wrong to love you

But I love you anyway

There's no way I can't

Wish you would come back to me

Wish we could start once again

💔

Forever Young

~

Not forever young

Everything grows old and dies

Maybe even love

I think the end came too quick

I think it was all my fault

💔

Nothing's Changed

~

Nothing's changed inside

My love for you is still strong

Every day I cry

Every day I miss you so

Every night I dream of you

💔

In the Heat of the Jungle

~

Sitting in this place

In the heat of the jungle

Suburban jungle

Wishing for a miracle

In a place without magic

💔

Much love and respect for Chris

A really great guy and insanely talented musician

An ornery old broad and two great men. My son Michael (L) and Chris Isaak (R)

Notes:

Not one ounce of bullshit or fangirling here. Chris Isaak is truly one of the nicest, most humble people you could ever hope to meet in spite of having more talent in his little finger than most of us have in our entire bodies. 

Re: the verse for "Nothing's Changed," credit must also be given to the 1960s Australian pop band The Valentines for the inspiration from their song "Every Day I Cry." RIP Bon Scott (1946 - 1980) and Vince Lovegrove (1947 - 2012).

In the daze of my youth, I had delusions of becoming a musician. Trouble is, I can't carry a tune in a bucket, the girl ain't got rhythm, and, as Chuck D once said, I can't even play Lotto.