She was made of grime and dirt rose from ash crying tears of soot She was born to the poorest life with every inch paid for in blood She was more than she appeared and less of what they made her -Kel Dayheart
No Change
Things seem A bit grim today A grey cast Not so different From the forecast yesterday -Kel Dayheart
Sea Dweller
There is something Elegant in this gentle giant That for all its size It is not a violent being But a calm presence In the deep blue -Kel Dayheart
So, Adieu
So this is it my friend Our time together seems so short in hindsight You have been my faithful companion for years And now I must bid adieu -Kel Dayheart
Marinate
I am wine soaked Marinated To the point Of no rational thoughts -Kel Dayheart
A Drop in the Barrel
I waste my life At the bottom Of coffee cups Of beer bottles Of wine glasses I waste my life But not a drop -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #80
A choreography In motion for a moment An intricate waltz
Blackout #91
You know it's disloyal but you hold nothing back.
Wanting Completion
There is still glory In this brokenness We can find it In the hope That we may be Fixed -Kel Dayheart
Gray Around the Edges
Tinged with gray From every passing year Wiser now Even more so When compared to that So called youthful ignorance -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 