Painted in Blue Skies

Painted in Blue Skies

It isn’t Forever
Life in this Tomb.
The Concrete will Melt
The Flowers will Bloom.

With Each Passing Moment
Seconds and Day
My Heart will be Lifted
And Once Again Play.

I Long for Your Touch
Your Smell and Your Eyes
The Way You Held Me
Painted in Blue Skies.

Once More, Dear Lord,
Bring it All Back!
I’m Waiting quietly
In this World of Lack.

Poem by M.Casey

The Hard Work

The Hard Work
Rip and Tear With Talons of Bait
Claws Infected, Diseased with Hate.

Over and Over These Emotions Play,
Looking to find Purchase on a New Way.

Remember and Feel, Slide Through the Shit
It only takes Hours and Hours of Wit.

Be Strong, Be Sad, Be Angry, Be Brave
Call Out the Demons from Nesting Graves.

Paint over the Black with Sunny, Bright Yellows
Tame the Beasts and Befriend the Fellows.

God only knows the extent of this fight
But it’s the only answer I’ve got to end this Blight.

Poem by M. Casey



Dripping Womb of Evil Blood
Grows Dark and Vile Oozing Mud.

You Lie, You Scream and You Pretend
Making all Around You Weak and Bend.

You Silly Fool of Ridiculous Blight
With No Idea the Fetus of Might.

She Grows, She Swells and She Expands
With Precious Golden Silken Strands.

With Power and Strength All Her Own
To Drown the Witch to her bone.

Poem by M. Casey

Alone in the Garden

Alone in the Garden
Sunshine Shines, But Not on the Flower
Haze has lifted, But the Flower is Dying.
Blooming Pinks and Reds are Picked for Bowls
But that Little Flower Stands Alone.
What Fate has Destined this Flower as So?
When will the Soil be Fertile Again?
For that Little Flower Must Live for Me.

Poem by M. Casey

Dream Graveyard Series 2: A Graveyard Party

A Graveyard Party

My Graveyard of dreams seems heavy and depressed.

A party seems to be in order. Let them rejoice and shout that they once had substance and form, that they walked among us, out here beyond the fence. They once danced, swam, ran and hoped. They were, oh so strong in those by-gone days. They held much promise and authority, a guiding light.
What now for the poor little waifs? What joy, what remembrances, can they claim now?

Yes, a party for my departed dreams. A festive and gay celebration to honor their gifts, strengths and courage. Each one to share a specialness among the storytellers. A burning fire to encourage them, perhaps a maypole, a dance for all to smile and sway. Instruments to beat, strum and blow. Noise, a clatter, a cacophony of harmonized release.

And then… to rest. To lie among the cold stones and green grasses. To live forever now in silence in death. So maybe one day a rebirth will claim one or two in a different circumstance, maybe for another soul? This one?

Yes, a party for my dreams as they are depressed and alone in their graveyard. An opportunity to meet one another to greet the newest, freshest dreams of all. To provide solace, as they lie for eternity in the darkness of death.

Poem by M. Casey

Dream Graveyard Series / Poem 1

It takes many, many dreams to fill a cemetery. I offer these for burial….

I had a dream of you and me!
I had a dream of me with you!
I had a dream so rich, so full
So perfectly wrapped and savored.
A dream of wild hope
And exotic smells.
I awoke today. To a new day.
A day of rain or shine, I know not which.
And as I went forward, I realized,
This day was mine, alone, to shape.

Poem by M.Casey


Catch my Arms, the Wings of Flight
Behold my Struggle to Flee this Fight.

On and On the Battle Storms.
Leaving me the Loser, Lost and Torn.

Reach and Enfold me in Protective Sheen
A Sleek Deep Black Seldom Seen.

A Coat of Breathing, Loving Strength,
A Coat that Wraps around my Length.

Rest Awhile, Feel the Heat
Bask in the Animal Who Kindly Treats.

Close the Eyes and Hear Her Purr
And Let the World Slide to a Blur.

Poem by M. Casey



Endangered Moments of Bliss
All too Soon Evaporate
Leaving a hazy trail of blurry nothingness.

Did that Happen? Was it a Mirage,
A Fabrication in a Hopeful Mind?

Happy Smiles, Ecstatic Joy
That Effervescent Connection
Feeling of Belonging.

Not Real
An Hallucination
A Trick from Aphrodite.

How Fast the Grass Dried
The Dirt Blew,
Flowers Crisped.

Oh Peaceful Crone, Spread Out Your Magic,
Release Your Strands of Truth in this Graceful Tide.

Poem by M. Casey