Walking the Corridor

Sunset  Fading orange On fleeing clouds The flaming sun Fully gone down Far it rose Fit for a crown And far - it fell.  J.M. Rogers 

  O' Modern Men  O' to see these Modern Men  Clinging to Aurelius  Like leeches on a fossil Desperate to draw some marrow From his dust-caked bones, In place of blood they find dried ink And slake their thirst for passion and life  With droughty words that  Conjure neither vision nor soul, Neither flower nor fruit, But parch their libidos with fallow prose    In the hope of banishing chance and folly- Those very muses that pump Blood and life into dessicated spirits- Eagerly they fill their cups With Aurelian spit, Powdered and sterile,   Ignorant to the flowing virility  Buried in their own emotions. J.M. Rogers

Bella Luna I gaze into a darkness deep Searching for secrets shadows keep Down lightless halls and corridors That lead the way to galleries Of images painted in sleep Whose figures prance and lithely leap To music that I faintly hear -  How nightfall stirs the song in me Soft rhythms of the tears I weep Low melodies of fears that creep Crescendos of desire so hot That hearing stokes a flame in thee A torch that lusty Eros bears O'er pitchless path to winding stairs That spiral down to shadow's heart Where Psyche lies in crystal bed Awaiting for a hand to sweep Away the wool of counted sheep That shields her eyes from Lover's light  Blanketing her in reverie Till shrouding cloth is set to flare Revealing darkened body fair A dancer from yon gallery Whose name is thought but seldom said Bella Luna, Bella Luna Siren of the void and night  Bella Luna, Bella Luna Mother of divine insight Amber eyes and onyx hair Darkness into which I stare Your secrets ever kept sh...

Floored  I often sit and think about the times when we were young Those really are my favorite memories About how you always picked the fights that no one ever won Because we always went down laughing All the years that go by So many things that I would have said  I wanted to become something more But I can't get my head off the floor Just wanted to see you one more time So I could tell you... Please wait up for me I would wait up for you That's just what brothers do A simple thing- At our old rendezvous Up the pine and onto the roof Sure the scenery changes It's all rearranged But I still miss you  And now I always will I wanted to become something more But I can't get my head off the floor Just wish I could be with you one more time So I could tell you  Goodbye J.M. Rogers 

Reflections One look around the room The light falls upon your face In familiar waves Just a picture left of you That doesn't seem to convey  The memories Tell me it's alright And that I'm not on my own That the pain will go Away Still haven't let you go But I cannot hold you You're so far beyond my reach I still cling to a life That isn't productive I gotta get out of this Tell me it's alright And that I'm not on my own That the pain will go away Tell me one more time That I'm not responsible And the pain will go  Away Could it be That I'm supposed to let you go Running free To places I cannot follow I'm so afraid  Of what it means to move beyond Yesterday Will I remember you? Will I remember all the years?  Will I remember you?  Tell me it's alright That I am not on my own That the pain will go Away Tell me one more time Because I cannot let go Why am I so Afraid? J.M. Rogers

By Our Own Hands What woe we have wrought By our own hands At the whims of such Close-minded views. What fields we have sown Upon the land Seeding hateful weeds That leech sweet dew. What fruits we have lost Orchards stripped bare Tree roots shriveled Starving for care. What woe we have wrought With callous hands At the cost of a  Once Promised Land. J.M. Rogers