127 Burning Chairs

Fleeting falling flakes filling up the floor,
Deflecting dangerous demons deranged and dancing on the door.
Where they went, where they wept
We don't know but yet they kept
Their snivelling snarling snakes slithering at my steps.
Bless the soul who came to die
May angel's tears brim gentle eyes
The story came, the story left
But still lies here an act of theft.

Bleeding begs for bold beginnings
But here I lay without my winnings
My little fawn with wobbling hooves
You strike a chord in my heart fit for kings
The melody glistens as he who listens
Has the need to sing

There's demons on my doorstep, a fawn near the fire
Sudden glances substitute for the moments that transpire
Saline solution descending
From my eyes unending
My love for him ineffable
The words inaccessible
My thoughts may always be detainable
But still here may I try

Jubilant jovial jesters join the joints of other joiners
The herds here hate the harried humble heads
Upon the shoulders of the broken
Misused
Misnamed
Alone
Ashamed

But any way's the way to stand
As long as you have heart in hand
Faith has its merit but let it be known that Compassion.
 Compassion is why the flowers have grown

Let love lead you, and live to laugh.