I wrote this poem one day last Fall when I was feeling particularly low.

Take me!

By

Vincent E. Martin

On wings of white with arrowed flight,
Come take me.

On sulfur breeze through ruined trees,
Come slay me.

On darkened night with snarling bats in flight,
Come steal my soul away.

On winged lizard with molten breath to sear the flesh of the earth,
Come chase me down and run me through,

On a magic horse with a horn of gold, and fur the color of new born cotton,
Come take me please and end the agony of my existence;
Come slay me and remove the dark clouds that blind me;
Come steal my soul and end its tortured, painful, wretched tenure upon this earth;
Come chase me down and run me through, pierce my heart and from my lungs filch the
very bankrupt breath I breath.

Take me,
Waste me,
End me,
Eradicate me,
Exterminate me with extreme prejudice, and leave no evidence of my passing.

Tease me no more with promises of happy ends and hollow friends;
Mock me no more with this life, this pointless endeavor, this meaningless dance without
end, this Pavlovian existence in search of a fabled ending.

Here I stand arms held wide, awaiting the huntsman’s arrow.
Let it fly,
Let it fly;
Its sharp, shining, pointed head be true, to end my tormented dreamless life,
My soul is exhausted, weary, deflated, and quite through.
Come take me, I beg thee, come take me…

The Turning of Spring, Part II

By

Vincent E. Martin & Suzarah A. Maguigad

Sunlight, bright warming food,
Birds chirp on budding branches,
Cheerful spring day dawns.

A morning to sing,
Je chante ma foi,
A soul exposed for ears to listen.

Flowing silver stream,
Weeping willow branches drink,
A quite greening forest glen.

Beauty from a distance afar.
Enter into the enchanted world
To dance among the aging limbs

The warming winds wind, and flit
Round ageless fingers of green expanse,
En chatouiller ma denude peau.