Dark Forest

The dark forest. I have wandered it's misty shadows so long it is a part of me. It does not frighten me. I welcome its mystery. Its solitude. Some day I will find my way out, but until then, I will take joy in the journey, no matter how great the struggle, for I now know the forest holds the very secret of life within its dim paths and undisturbed places. To leave before discovering this secret would be the greatest of tragedies. The dark forest is many things, but above all else, it is home.
by Kevin Lenihan

Sun In My Eyes

Blinded. I shut my eyes to squeeze out the diamonds only to find coal black. Lost in a tunnel of love that isn't love but maybe just friendship. But what is love anyway, the sky...the water...the rain...you..her..him...me? Mushrooms encircle me and I'm caught in a fairy ring forever cast...but not cast out. Drawn in like a moth to flame. It burns brighter and brighter inside. Creation...creative...energy...positive...negative....zen...a balance of some sort, but is it a balance when love's on a see-saw...gray matter of nowhere land? I seek the wee people to find a sparkling day lily and as I drink the magic dew drops-- everything's all better. The light is not so bright. The dark is only night. And love is only a dream?

Shooting Star

Riding on a shooting star through a sea of snow flakes. I catch one on my tongue... they taste like candy. Sweet. Clouds under my feet, skipping through the daisies of life only to pick a poppy that turns into a toadstool...and not the kind you find in a fairy ring but the kind you use as an umbrella when it's raining mud pies...grabbing my raybans to shade the rainbow in mine eyes of salt water...crabs rest in my lashes...and the sand glistens like diamonds in the sky and then I realize...I must be Lucy.
~or nuts~

Rainbow Happy

Like Lucky Charms with purple moons and green clovers. Color blinds my eyes as I slide down the rainbow and into a pile of colorful leaves. A light at the end of a tunnel. Answer to my pandamonium. I can breathe now. Fresh air. Once again.

Slipping Away

Slipping away. Under the rotting vegetation. Wet. Not from rain though. And one has to wonder if this was just a ploy to get away...but you can't be found if you disappear and a day can turn into a year. And then all you are is a memory. And a piece of my heart. Part of my blood. Part of my air. But then who am I to think I'm deserving of even a small piece of heaven or happiness or even a smidgen of light from the darkest night? I don't really want to go on. I'll stay here ...under the dead leaves getting wetter until I turn into a mold or mildew and creep across the black forest. But remember me, because I'll be under every step you take.

Lost Without You

The forest is dark. Trees loom like hat man. Blind out the light. There's no day here. Only night. I reach out for my leader but there's no hand to hold. Am I alone or is he simply hiding...slipping away...leaving me behind in the dark forest to fend for myself. Against the dragons, demons, humans, and legions. Separated. Isolated. The cold air encompasses me. My breath escapes but fights returning. Alone. Again. Destined to be only someone else's destiny. Never my own. Blinding reward. Awards. Anguish. To walk once with the knowledge and never be alone. I'd rather be dead than where I'm at. Take me or I greatly give myself so that some other may live with sunshine upon their flesh. Their heart. Their lover. Not alone.

On the Way Home

You were lying in bed trying to take a nap. But evil thoughts of being in the shower with her popped into your head. So you replaced them with a dream of being with Rumpis.

It started working all too well. You were really warming up, wishing Jon was home.

But he wasn't. Or he was drunk. So you looked in the draw. Damn, all out of batteries.

So you ran to the store for batteries and a snow cone. Deep Cherry flavor.

And on the way back home, you spilled the snow cone on the seat. You didn't want Jon to see, because then you would have to explain why you went to the store.

So you went one of those do it yourself car cleaning places. You bought some cleaning foam, and waited a few minutes for it to set.

Then you put in your coins to start the vacuum. But it was like a jackpot machine, started spitting up coins.

So you took off your bra, stuffed all the coins in. Carried them home.

Right before you pulled on, the druggie next door stumbled in front of your car. You slammed the brakes.

The bra flew onto the floor, coins everywhere.

You left them there. Went into the house. Holding your bra.

Jon was waiting at the door. Saw you with your bra in your hand. "Where the heck have you been?!"

"Honey, it's a long story."