Life and Death are Forever Nothing

Life and Death are Forever Nothing
By Andy Alt / Mental Dimensions

May 24, 2009

Death decaying in the smoldering, burning pit
Vile demons flying around a black, dusty corpse

Flesh ripped off by slimy filth-ridden vultures
Eternal torment a hair’s-breadth away

Dark Descent

Dark Descent
By Andy Alt / Mental Dimensions

February 23, 2009

Death digs into my neck with its sharp, bony fingers

On my way down the slippery slope past the point of no return

Hope lost like a grain of sand thrown in the ocean

Can’t trust anyone
because I don’t trust myself

Always doubting others
because I doubt myself

Crippled inside and emotionally retarded

Weapons of Darkness and the Dying Light

Weapons of Darkness and the Dying Light
By Andy Alt / Mental Dimensions

February 3, 2009

Loneliness crowding my peace
Seeds of torture growing within

Sword of despair on the left
Spear of hopelessness on the right
Drowning in quicksand

Escape merely a thought
Chains are the reality
No way to move forward
No solace in looking back

Lacking Nothing but Everything

Lacking Nothing but Everything
By Andy Alt / Mental Dimensions

January 25, 2009

Broken spirit
Shattered soul
Blown apart by evil foes

Mental death
Emotional oblivion

Deadly years stretching into the future
Chaotic torment spanning the universe
Disconnected from mortality
Useless heart lacking music

Poem: When Someone Moves Away

When Someone Moves Away
By Andy Alt / Mental Dimensions
Oct 16, 2008

When someone moves away
There’s a heavy price to pay

One heart separated by one mind
The emotions you’ll feel will be unkind

You don’t how you’ll survive
Every day will seem like five

The path home will be a trail of pain
And never can be washed away by rain

60th Birthday

60th Birthday
By Annette Alt

Being a caregiver allows me opportunities to sit and relax while hanging out with my care recipients at their homes. This is one such case in the Paradise Valley of Livingston Montana.

Three days before my 60th birthday. How should I feel? What am I to think? I rested on the brown-stained deck staring up at the silvery-green cotton wood leaves flickering in the forty-mile-an-hour wind. It seemed their rustling branches swaying to and fro were trying to tell me something.

Hypnotically, I heard wind-struck chimes ping rhythmically against the 90-degree sky. Five hawks soared and dove over and through tree-tops. If not for the fierce wind, I would have also heard a faint, babbling brook racing down the late summer-scaped mountainside.

A Quest Not Yet Realized

A Quest Not Yet Realized
By Sylvya Stone
“Poet, Freelancer, Sojourner”
July 29, 2008

April, May, June

A quarter-turn of the moon

Under Montana’s star-studded skies

Flying luminescent balloons

Flashlight-like eyes

Smiles beaming

Discovering new heights

To pathways beyond

Steamy Wisdom Served with a Side of Salt

Steamy Wisdom Served with a Side of Salt
By Andy Alt / Mental Dimensions

Sep 2, 2006 – Not a day goes by when I don’t think a thought. I have something on my mind — I think it’s mold. I promise to avoid any rough cleaning agents, but I hope my thoughts are sufficiently abrasive to scrape it away.

Speaking of mold, it’s green I’m told, as green as the grass on my front lawn. It’s a pretty lawn, but in need of rain, to wash away the stain. The sunlight shines beautifully upon the grass, as it desperately prays for the caress of an early morning dew.