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Where cold eyes

became dark whisper

you may find the wind

listening

I love her eyes

Walking down the street on a foggy night
Living in a world so dim with so little light
It's as shrouded as my future seems
And even quieter than my dreams

So foggy here, nothing can be seen
Like a world created from a movie screen
It's quiet here, calm and dark
No people talk, no dogs bark

The street lights are now glowing balls
The fog enclosed streets are like dark halls
Extending a little into the night
Until they are faded out of sight

On this night it's so cold outside
As I wonder what the darkness may hide
Dark creatures with glowing eyes?
People with hearts as black as the skies?

On this night I can't see far
Can't see the light of moon or star
Foggy night, what mysteries do you hold
In the dark and shrouded cold?

This night so still, there is no breeze
To swirl the fog, or sway the trees
And as I walk I hear no sound
Save my footsteps upon the ground

Yet in the dark, there's clarity
Which gives the light by which to see
I now know no matter how foggy the future seems
Like this night, it's full of dreams

Deep oceans dwelt in her soft cadenced
breathing, and the song of the seagull
strained in her hair, and her eyes had the hues
of the sunset as they sank in the distance
in hazel-brown skies.

She came unexpected, entangled in weeds,
caught in the net of a sad-eyed fisherman,
and her song had the call of the ocean,
and the call of the wave, and was heard

by all creatures that live in the deep:
the fisherman's nets now are crowded galore!
Bass, salmon, and lobster, bewitched by the song
of the girl who came from the sea!

They made love in his cabin, off the west coast
of Ire, the girl from the ocean and the sad-eyed
fisherman. And her sighs were like magic,
like the surf on the beach, and her moans were
like breakers that broke on the cliffs of his heart.

He was caught in the foam of her spell-binding
songs, caught in the strands of her sand-colored
hair, caught in the breeze of her lips, and the fish

in her mouth, as they loved in his cabin off the west
coast of Ire, and the tide of the ocean, and the wind
of the sea, and the sighs of the girl stole right
into his heart.

Now the cabin lies empty, struck by the wind,
and the waves of the ocean, and the tides
of the sea, and a song that bewitches

can be heard in the distance, in hazel-brown
skies, which glow like the eyes of the girl
who came from the sea.

(c) Copyright Jim Valero, 2012.

Here, on this side of the valley, the night
spreads her jeweled dress upon the ancient
lake beneath the Autumn moon.

I can hear the lapping of the waves upon
the grassy banks, while Zephyr dances
on the diamond-crested billows, and crickets

chirp their strange songs to the stars.

Here, on this side of the valley, the night
spreads her mystery of ages upon the lives
of men, sparkling ciphers over cloudless

sable skies, as she has wont to do since
Time first was and man and woman fell
in love beneath a bright new moon,

spell-bound, as we now are, by
breathless beauty and the music

of the night.

--(c) Copyrght Jim Valero, 2012.

As I stroll the ocean floor
I turn my head to find a corpse
Certainly this I can't ignore
as that thought fades
so does the corpse from which I walk away

I woke up in this cabin, locked up with a body next to me, No head, no arms,
just legs and feet. I tried to stay calm but this smell had me alarmed,
And then i looked around, to find a camera pin to the ground.
Then i hear a voice in this weird sound, hello Wisdom, who are you? saw?
No, im going to gut you raw.

Look you got the wrong one, NO, YOU THE DETECTIVE THAT SHOT ME WITH THAT GUN.
He killed the wanted construction worker, and i was next, then a message came through in a text.
It read we been tracking you, and the new killer is the camera dude.

He walks closer and closer with a axe in his hand, blood driping and here the killer stands,
swinging the axe, i pulled the matt and roll flat, to land on my back.
The axe miss i pissed, not because i was scared, but my head was split now aint this a BITCH.

The cops never on time, but here is my life on the line, BAM the door kicked in bullet to the head of the camera man. He went missing when we tried to give him a award, he had sufferd a nub. You went missing at the same time, so i guess the case were all mine. THE INOCENT CAMERA MAN BECAME MADD WITH A VENDETTA TO KILL HIS DAD. YES IT WAS MY SON ALL ALONG THATS WHY I ENDED UP IN MY CABIN HOME.
CASE CLOSED
A BLOODY MURDERER

A lost man broken and torn into two, still breathing his last breath he leaves a clue.
leaks of blood in a shape of a screw, i thought to myself he has been killed by who?
Walking into the woods i found a hard hat in a tree, im trying to picture what can it be?
A screw,a hard hat, whats next? look it's cemented tracks.

Im closer and closer to solving the mystery death, next thing you know i fighting to catch my breath.
A plastic bag caught me with silence from stealth, it was so tight i couldnt call for help.
Slowly i reach for my hip, squeezing the trigga on my gun, making his body flip.

Im gasping for air, i give this object a stare, my eyes a blure, but i know its a sludge hammer thats there.
I now have the last of the clues, a sludge hammer, a hard hat, cemented tracks and a screw, i check the time, dued im late for supper.

If you still didnt get it, the mystery is a construction worker.
The man was broke into two by the sludge hammer, but this man i shot was wearing a camera.
Another unsolved mystery