Gems


Sometimes when I feel blue
I write a happy poem
And then as I write them
I think about you
I love the person who
Can feel this same strong passion
Sometimes when I feel blue
I'll write a happy poem
And if you like my poem too
Then it must be a gem
I'm happy you enjoy them
Because I think of you
Sometimes when I feel blue


 
Scorpions and Spiders


like cold white wine
on a grassy hill
his hand presses upon her cheek
chilling the back of her spine
as bedposts creak
the waters spill
and Jack runs up with Jill
in a dark black night
the liquid feels blue
you were an ocean, my love affair
the trigger at my finger
To watch the disease
Takes its coarse, like the hare
But do you care?
He leaps out into traffic
to find the hunter
caught in the headlights
to run from danger
but only to die there
On the side of the road
And who was the hunter?
Like a toad, so mystical
Kissed by the princess
on a bed beside roses
He turns into a man
But presently he can't
See if you can
See if you can handle it
I wonder how far


 
your ways have gotten you
the scorpion companion
with a hate that stings so true
and she is the spider
that weaves herself a web of lies
that trapped her inside
surrounded by flies
supplied by misery.


 
The House By The Lake

It was precisely what I had been coming here for
To find that lost gem among stars
The dewy drawings in green marking a map
Curling upon corners of this uncharted house
It feels somewhat ghostly and unapparent
Still, I lived here where the autumns stayed long
In the moment you listen to the cacophony of hums
The insects, the birds, whistling pines, you learn
I never appreciated the absence of them
The family, we made up a sort of tune
That drowned out the lake’s abandonment
Frogs propel downstream to their own
Shivering in my boyfriend's sweater
I wonder about this strange home
Where the rusted nails flail their arms like saviors
Instead, he thinks I am wondering about him
The smell of cologne still fresh on his sweater
Between him and the stretch of sweet grass I fail
Where the wild violets grow with sweet lilacs
In patches, I think about how sad I feel
Yearning to appreciate the diminished grace
The gaiety since then has been replaced
And climb in from the shore into the deep
But something inside me listens for them sleeping.


 
Magical Torment

this liquid stain marks me sane
nonsensical sensual redemption
the candle flickers magenta rays
songs the black bird could not sing
He smelt of sullen dreams despite
sulfuric sadness and knelt besides
the tragic black horse she rode that night
oh this golden suffering, holy light sleeps
like a sweet retreat, so soft and fair
those sultry tears she could not bear
with no song to sing to bones
save the dark crushing night
it awakens me, brings me further
to her bright fire sight-like blood
no pondering to speak now of
save these specks of trickery's spite
she spent her time with devils beyond
the celestial witches sit and dawn
they weave their spells woven of milkweed

 
that spills cool blue into her porcelain mind
dark flowers marked by candle light
blood heart suffers in her requiem
torn bleach skin, with starving torment
cacao demons make their sinners scream
yes all it was was a magician's dream


Healing Prayers


Hold out your hand, so golden with life
Hold out your mind, so purposeful with might
Now let me hold you, in your moment of dark
Now let me comfort you with two joined hearts
Quickly, with righteous prayers I speak
Soft soothing, in this moment of heartfelt grief
I sing to you, feed you words to soften your sorrow
The sweet wonder, of your important part tomorrow
In these passing moments, with tendering virtue
Time moves slowly, wheel turning boldly for you
Promises mending your struggling, kindred need
In this present place, a home that with love you feed
Now it is your presence, which comforts me
Now it is your resonance, which maybe
Could be that which holiness confided
Savior, protect him as he's mended

 
I know we're together, for your heart is so true
So true, that I know you will pull through
And often, in mornings with the sunlit bough
I know, you will persevere, yes I still know
Let the angels guide your hands
In this time of recovery, sing a magical song of man
And man and his bravery
Which soothes the ailing body, and heals the
demands
Of soul, spirit, heart, and these
Healing prayers


Sweet Little Dreamer


day greets me: I see the blue sky and fluffy clouds
It sees me it seems
this morning, I feel so artistic
but I have quit smoking those cigarettes
I dreamed about having a little boy
At my side, we were racing down a hill
And I told him to watch out but
He fell down so I carried him with me

 
The only sound I heard
Was the fanfare and the bubbling fountain
Within the sweet sound of feeling
Forbidden, but independent
She sat on the chair in the room
And told me to tell her the truth
I told her it was rude
To ask so much of me
And so I ran, escaped the fanfare
And took that little boy with me
Out of the dream.


Tumble


It was a rainy sadness on Saturday
the cherry blossoms appeared by the windows
just before the wind carried them
far off into the fields and streets
they never fell, they flew like dreams
carried in pink white currents
In dewy darkness, I was waiting
when it seemed so sad to tell my story
of how I wanted things to be
but I forget, after awhile how I wanted
to stop dreaming

 
and I took all those medications
as we drove mom back to the street where she grew
young
and my brother turned forty one
but I just wanted an excuse to get away from myself
I started drinking and smoking, thinking
this might all start over one day
and the dog barks at strangers every day
I thought I had a voice, but it must have tumbled
away.


Ocean Girl


An Ocean girl
not a Virginia girl
now drenched in midnight
who has slept by the fire-light
and who would wake up always
looking for the sunshine
I'll catch the stars
with my fishing rod
I am an ocean kind of girl
I see this world in sea green
in deep torrents
of perpetual blues


 
Although I've been planted firmly
at the edge of your bed
I'm moving to Carolina
to let my body be
the waters amidst shells
strip my seal skin
and swim in the deep
find myself an
Ocean boy.


Spring Time


Spring came and I spent
hours with the sun
sweet cake and ice cream
marked April
when my brother turned sixteen
as the softness of life
turned ghosts into gravel
life did quite literally spring
I forgot about the moon
late nights became soothing
birds laughing at me and at time
boys on bicycles traveled

 
the newly cobbled stone town
the days marked by
confetti cherry blossoms
yellow
and new beginnings
Came rain on Sundays
reminding me I was still
young and wasting time
I kept trying to write a book about
the future which had already
arrived at the present
still contemplating
the casualties
mom and her spiraling
ecstasies
Both did turn and smile
The father and his son
forgotten by the blue
But I picked a forget-me-not
and then I remembered you
I could not forget
the light in your eyes
most people...still know how to
smile about sadness.


 


Seven


Some days I would like
gestures of compassion
days soak up wine, soft jasmine
sifting through the door
The wind sleeps in
and rain comes in a scattered rage
I would like her to notice me
But honey is sweeter
You're gonna run babe
like you have never been in love
the sun will torment you darling,
But one day you will be some one
Each morning turns in the seven day cycle
I am learning to write memories in ashes
leftover from a night sleepy smoking
thinking of tomorrow when you forget me
The day will be wrapped in glory
The whitest shimmer of clean and gone
But the passageways are always blaming me
On the progress of our nothings
Maybe then they will stop laughing
As they walk away

 
And just for a moment
I'll be seven, seven and beautiful
Just maybe...


Back to Italy


She notices that I've been here
For a long time at her side
Holding her hand and
Talking words which do not escape
When reason does.
Holding red flowers
Like a lover of everyone
Lost to no one
Under the glowing sun.
Brought into a new world
by spoken matters of concern
dousing those lost-in-thought
blue eyes that burn.
The shimmer of regret, abated
as life newly wed, in red
Created from devotion
Praying for an opening in heaven.


 
someone please
let me in
or at least help me
Make a soft landing
a pond of thoughts arriving
wordless ideals leave
How I cry, how he cries
How she cries...in that lost caravan in the sky.


The fog lights float
Over the Italian mirage, sheets of magic
twirl in the wind
she suggests some company
Perhaps a bottle of Merlot
The ecstatic purpose
beyond the illusive truth
of memory.
And happiness is a subtly
Her soul barks at the wind more fiercely
Than the babble of the brook
Running loosely between
My fingers.
All the information that I don't know
Those answers that seemed to have failed me
While she forgets faces and their smiles
Still she listens at the symphony
Of life, just happy to be making

 
One more cycle to infinity.
Sometimes trailing off like a bicycle
spinning like a ribbon in a hurricane
the sun passes into lost worlds
There's no such thing as pain.
She is painting all these pictures in bones-
the reality of her son
Where road leads to somewhere, this I believe is
true
But each day will C r u m b l e
like golden bread crumbs
for birds in the morning
Forget me not...she says through the picture
I will remember her, I know this is true
But some days I wonder about her
and when I stare into the blue this comes to mind
There was something so angelic
in the room of her sky.


 


My Town


What I know of my town
She seems to always have been
Such an outcast, as though she'd seen
The soldiers cry, before they fought
Into the night, as if in one instant their
Cavalry would be rushing by
To carry them away from death's sharp bite.
Perhaps a sort of Magdalene
Her voice carried oft' times by the wind
She'd be gathering her disciples in
From across the world
And although their eyes were still so heavy
From such awful rivalries
Upon her bosom, they'd rest their heads
With blood soaked knees and hearts of lead
She'd heal them of their afflictions
Bringing out joy from the lost and weary.
We'll soon find ourselves praying
They're carving out crucifixes in the evening
A history sleeps in the trees--but we're all still alive
As our faces fall, in low circles haul
The cross was made of pine

 
We haunt the stone walls and lurk
Through the halls
Of somber Harper's Ferry.
Riding far along the canals
Sifting across Shenandoah Valley
Into the impenetrable mountain mist
The spirits of West Virginia never sleep
They are my family's legacy-
Who curse all those who wish to do harm to
The land we love so dearly.
And I have been visited many times by a ghost
He had been called to war so long ago
Was severely wounded, shot in his right leg
Suffered all sorts of pain thereafter
Nightmares, demons, darkness
He'd cry all through the night
He has since been looking for company
In the hands of his true lover
Still not afraid to fight.
While the winds ripped our pear trees in two
He wanted to think that it was alright
Whilst coal miners smoked their pipes
On the edge of a river still
They were wondering about peace, wondering
about life
He held fast. the reigns drawn tight,
Mysteries run deep into the earth,
But now we're quiet--now we're afraid of the light.

 
In the shallows everything is cold
I never ask, but I try and learn to listen
As the crickets seem of chirping out
At the darkness, as the phantoms
Wail, there is a silent distress
As if the air has been punctured
By an invisible spear
And each body has been sown
Into her fertile womb of earth
Stony caskets sleep
And I dare venture in between them
Where they still weep at birth
I can hear the calling of spirits
From whispering clouds of gray
From the rooster's caw at dawn
And the midnight owl's prey
The veil is lifted, and the witches come out
To whisper superstitions and play.
The folk magic has never gone
We still celebrate her youthful glee
We'll celebrate the history
This is what I know of what I see


 
Children Laughing


pebbles crumble underfoot
as fragrant flowers bloom
her voice is imminent
he holds her hand
with sunny days woven into song
sprinting through violets on tippy toes
softly strumming that classical tune
the brooks bubble with the sound of
children laughing

Maybe the Moon Knows


The world spins on a dial
I am spinning too
In between skipping stones
Children now throw my way
I am the deep blue river
they learned to swim through
when the days were cold
and fathers couldn't drink
I am the riverbed
With my rosy patchwork
Decorating my arms
And legs, pink flowers
I'd like to pull one
from my side, and
let you know

 
how much I hate this.
But maybe the moon knows
Let me throw my boat in
And we'll set sail
Off this boulder
To the maybes
The maybes.

Asylum Bells


You have to know by now
That you made the sun shine dear
We may go in circles around the earth
And now the trumpets might be clear
But there's something in the air
Causing a matrix of emotions to swell
To filter out the song in my ears
Through these sounds of Emily's stride
Her voice so clearly heard
In the silence of the mocking bird
You have to know by now my dear
That you made it storm
on your wedding day
That your worry stones might
be getting in the way
I can hear the voices in my head
They come to me through the sounds
That no one can hear


 
Because dear, these are dangerous times
For making discoveries about listening
The distance between your thumb and mine.
And now the violin might chime in
You wonder about the stars in the sky, if they
Like us, can see right through to the soul
Honey I know, it's hard to get through
But when the soldier calls me I know it's just me
Again, I am talking to myself on the radio
And there's no console to this game, life
And though the whistles may be running
Around your head, the soldiers might be dead
We can figure this out, true
If you let a moment pass on that second hand
Watch the dial spin, the path is slippery here
Where is Virginia Woolf?
Her voice might be lost in the ballet its clear
Then tippy toe through fire on a day so fearless
To the river where she wondered to the moon
Perhaps King Midas had a world of gold
But like me, not one hand to hold.
Who needs common sense? It gets in the way
On the perfect morning in the Asylum.


 
Honey


I dipped my ink then wrote in pen
about the saliva in your mouth
that made my heels seem to click
across the bridge in the gap in your smile
in our pastel dream worlds
You were buying me Irises, & child-like fancies
It's not like either one of us was alone you see,
with your tongue, you'd caress each curve
of me
until I wept, I was so happy
and you screamed until I went deaf
your body rose out of the steam
you were an obsession, I guess
and we were so young, I lost all my bones
Stubbing out the ash in each cigarette
You wondered if we truly were, together.
But we were, honey.


 


To be a Fairy


Mother, have you heard of the earth Elves
Who guard secrets in forest realms?
Oh what a gift it would be
To be one of the fairies!
Brother, have you heard of the silly Sprites
And foreign wars waged with winged knights
Who journey far and like Fossegrim
Fly into laughter and bubbling light?
Sister, have you heard of the ageless Sylph
Immortal soul prized more than mortal wealth
Showering the earth with feathered wings
And did you, sister, ever hear one sing?
Mother, have you heard of the earth Elves
Guarding secrets in their forest realms?
"Oh what a gift it would be
To be one of the fairies!"
Brother, have you heard of the Genie
Or maybe you've heard of the Leprechaun?
Little Irish shoemakers dressed in green
And no one knows what treasures they're hiding!
Sister, have you heard of the Dryads

 
Tree nymphs that rarely one perceives?
They're bound to their trees eternally
And love to disguise themselves in leaves!
Father, have you heard of the gnomes
They live mainly underground,
Ruled by Gob on his crystal throne?
They'll care for almost anything.
Although the world of the Fae may seem to be
A little small, a little unseen
No fairy will escape your eye
If you clap three times and really try!
"Oh what a gift it is to be
A fairy, a fairy!
Oh what a gift it is to be
To be one of the fairies!"


Disco Dreams


Drop me a line when you follow through with your
demands
Your plans so devoted to the sunshine & scams
Things we can't explain with a simple 'I'm fine.'
Drop me a line when you find that perfect smile

 
And you've gone the extra mile, lifted an extra
weight
But Tuesday turns to Saturday & I'm putting on my
happy shoes
We've all got the blues, everything in its violet
tongue
Can be merciful if properly sung
I wonder if you'll be someone like you always
thought
You could be that someone, but you just were not
So just join the disco baby, join the hubbub honey
I want to paint you a blue moon over Sunday
someday
But it just never goes my way does it sweetheart
He whispers 'Well maybe'

Of Comings and Goings

in the madness of letting go
I lost a piece of that formidable echo
in the comings and goings
consents of currents
the shattered drum rolls
I will have less to do with life
other than the hoarding of pill bottles
striking matches with familiar voices
convoluted in my diaphanous scheme
seeing double through mirrors that ripple
in my perpetrator's dream
drifting on through the pursuable delirium

 
stomping out footsteps with screams
washing off shadows in the shower
drinking lemon cyanide
with a dash of pepper
I guess I could say
that I'm doing well!


Catching Fireflies

I am in a boat on some river
And my brother put the anchor in the water
Don't drown out my voice, sir
I just want to be heard
Dreams like this make me strange
I wake up and say to myself
this time, this time
I will do alright
cool spring breezes
remind me of the times
stuck in repetition
waiting for a crime
we caught fireflies early
before the moon fell down
and stumbled through darkness
awaiting the blackest crown


 
Rainy Days

'don't steal my cigarettes' the sun comes in shining
and the wind blows, 'We never talk' I try to say
beautiful dreams pull me far--beyond time
but the fantasies fade upon my discovery
I wake up---sad, and I wonder why I spent
So much trouble learning to wake up?
because the dreams are becoming more real
Every night is like slipping into another place
'I want to take a vacation' and I pull the cigarette
Closer to my lips- inhaling more exhaustion
'it's the loss of blood' at my fingertips
then I'm dreaming, and it is so easy to pretend
Every night I go somewhere else--and when
I try to take off, someone hurries me away
My feet are chained to the floor, I can't fly anymore
I'm human, it hurts. I hurt people--I'm sure


The Vase


It was the perfect containment
a stark picture
a family gift
she picked those roses to remember
a child long gone, forever missed
forever

 
as she cut them all with sharp scissors
for in some way this would soothe
the damage it had done.
she performed sacred surgery
on her beloved memory
she tried to forget--her baby's first steps
The long gone happily ever afters
in each somber finality, it took her closer
pearl-white flowers beckoning rapture
cleansed by early rain in September
tangled beneath those inky stains
berries in a little one's hands
the grasses gone to gray and thundering
berries mangled and blood red
soaked in angry sweetness
'I can bleed too--dear' she muttered
crackling likened to underbrush
swift child's feet, scrambling to reach her
mother's hand reaching out to touch
To at least whisper
before she slipped
and fell into shards.


 


Delirium

Now you are mind as the whitest color
that fills the iris becomes an eye
Her skin, a blackened mist, the lunar lady’s light

The sailors are sleeping where I'd lay me down
tonight
Dreaming of happiness and calling me home.
Days reminding me of life
They found her soul was split in two
And now there's nothing she can do
To repair the severed pieces of a remaining- who?
Ask me what my name was
I cannot tell a lie, your beauty is surpassing she says
I am the ghost of who she was
The girl who did not die
All the heavy burdens rise
Into the darkness where
The white horses fly
You know your yellow face
Is the most curious thing
When I awakened from a dream
To see you staring down at me
I wonder why I am alone...
So alone here in my bones
For a soul that is dying

 
I wonder what you'd say
If you were mine
If you were more to me
Than this porcelain darling
The face who stares back at me
Smoke and Mirrors
Those children, were glimmering like stark sheets
of ice
a mother doused in confectioner's sugar- she was so
sweet
pampered in soda-lime- and we were
brought up to smile softly
then simmer, eggs ready and we'd all go home
for days coming- the next roll of a cigar.
It passed us, winter, come join us man--
soon we'll be hidden like roses in snow
sooner where cat tails stalked on prowl


her salted lips kissing the moon
perfume whispering of thyme dreams
it was a time for seasonal affection
scabs were picked at; oh those buried
sores from the highest mountains
where birds flew over rocky spores
but train whistles whimpered
as her carnivorous spawn
journeyed out east to the coast

 
who bred behind apple trees, but
flourished in great nothings--tiger-lilies
Jealous of her zealot fantasies
long days had grown heavy
In lilac memories for her tide
the boneless shore
as seasons had worn thin
shaking off her skin
to perform another swim through you
the dead beat painter
find your pace, bird lover
pours over linseed layers
loss sectioning the scene
peeled the black mosaic
of thick-over lean dreams
so long captives seeming to
speed through silhouetted holes
tea of stories for shock synthesis blues
It must help heal the wounds
alcohol for the Gods
tobacco for the womb
waist-heavy momma
bread, donned her white hood
in sadness- beads of clay
sown in gladness
The long lost voodoo Priestess
packed papa sweet jumbo love
calm in green-sea lament

 
for twisty rainbow swirls
the story of the river
grown sunny from a fever
crackled paint on white, lift no finger
summers over prudent nails
winter night here drunk in wails
spring anew for the season's breathing
spring's transonic meanness seeping
girly pink dresses, furious flimsy words of crooked-
spite
Out the shadows of the sun.
Clumsily we had not nearly begun.


Our Ritual


The thread
I followed
led me to the top
of a forest hill
where I stood
and looked over the expanse
knowing, it was not time
to die
or kill
Then her voice sang
like sunshine and rain
to be still and sit
I was pulled further

 
within warm hands
I was at the top
but felt I was below
within and underneath
the roots of the hill
and so it continued
our ritual.


Coated


You will die one day,
And I will be here,
Watching your ashes,
Scattered over the meadows.
Curse your worries,
Hold your hand,
When you are dead,
I still won't understand.
Why you never tried,
You simply existed,
Lived a selfish mind,
And I persisted.
Someday you will have your gold,
And can forget about me,
I will be nothing but a fading,
This long gone memory.

 
Or had you not bothered,
To see my face in the mist,
I will always be immortal,
And I will persist.
You can play that game,
Naming names that never were named,
But remember you will always spread,
But I will never ever be dead.

Bad Wine


I'm chain-smoking, and today it is 'hiding'
the air feels free and cool against me
In my bedroom, I toss off my jacket
Then I stare into the wall
I smell like old shoes and feel like something--that
shouldn't have
Plural in its vocabulary, because no one else is as
selfish
Watching shadows crushed under my weight
One drag is not enough of a climax
The sun is golden and hurried
Like she has an appointment with someone
But it has been delayed, and the urgency
is still there--there's no bottle just a wine glass
full of cheap wine, and it tastes miserable
I gag- then I take another sip just to make sure
Yeah, it still tastes bad.


 
Trouble

Her ache needs to be freed from this dark circle
Once prim-roses now poppies in a field of surrender
Lights burn bright ruby songs into pewter chains
Yoke-like morning suffers through the cold wintry
daze
Her glassy eyes barely blink before the cage
No longer furious, curious, full to her brim of rage
No longer full of rage and she's milder than her age
To understand those differences could mean the
difference between
The impossible and the unseen--metaphysical I
mean
Lemons sliced, ideas diced, iron cauldron fused
with crinkling pages
Invisible dreams torn through the melancholic rages
Her desires must run through the crystalline water
Could she be? What did she say? how is your
daughter?
Deafening sounds of a thousand needles singe
Her wings beat, like a bloody cardinal pierced thrice
Showers clean the wound. Hurricanes mingle with
mice
Thumping after, forever after her fruitless affair
Sounds with bone-drums, lip syncing demons
there's no direction for this corner lover
Her shameful eyes hang with a sad sorrow
Her creative pursuit to defile this firmament

 
Those plum-circles never cease to suffer
Under the eye-lids heavy in crease
The being sleeps within a coat of ashes
feeling numbness as she climbs
Higher and then higher, as anticipation grows
Caught in these lustrous throes of never
Inside the heart of a sizzling lemon, sourly
composed
Cooling into red venom, snakebites that cursed her
Bitter, brittle, breaking to scatter across those
Facades and schemes and red rows of clover
Feeling much better, though the heart knows much
better
There are things which we cannot state in plain
language
Of the soul, the paper bag where it was held captive
Before she had thrown it over the edge of the sea


 


Human

Forgive me father, I do not go to church
I have sinned, yes I am sure I stand alone
I don't believe in God or in the only Son
I don't think that there is even a heaven
I'm sorry, I wish your guidance had been there
But too many times I called your name
You did not care when we were still one
Cursed me with your thunderous storm
I wonder, why has HIS mercy expired
Because I am faltering, I am hollowing
I am following the haunted footsteps
Breathless, deathless, I am missing the bone
Your saving grace, the sinless face of Adam
I know you must understand, How I jealously
guarded
My sword, father I do not understand a word
You say I am childish and ignorance you tout
Sending your angelic hierarchy to punish me about
As if I were a moron! Oh its blasphemy!
Tormenting!
Oh its something you'll never understand because
I am not FREE! I ate the apple. Yes, this land is
your land
This land is my land

 
This land is our land, but God, I can't find the right
hand.


Prisoner

Haunted town by a river bed
lily flower
however dead
so red
so red
commercial for millions
papers in hand
someone closes the curtain
then heads for the kill
if you can, will you hold my hand?
I still don't understand.
I try not to say it when
I am asked for a prayer
the holding cell is unlocked
but no one dare go in it
The gate is opened now
suddenly there's a clap
How many moments
were taken from before
the knock on the door
knock knock...
they are here waiting
with guns and man

 
they are waiting
to unleash their weapons
so red
so red
so red is the rain
the prisoners are not all dead
and they speak
one by one
release their pleas
to save their world
their realities
realities
vacancies
emotions
empathies, sympathies, regards
regarding the war
and sanity and pain
and sanity and pain
and I can't think anymore
can't reason with
the shovel and the gun.


 


What If

I don't.....need to cure this disease
this isolation, butterfly dust or anything
we notice the rain and the bunnies floating
I don't need anyone or anything
She sings to me, verses of Talula Talula in my head
1000 Oceans, 1000 beautiful roses, red
What if...I could write that fiction that'd never been
said
What if these hallucinations fled, fled from my
head?
I cannot seem to sow the stitches in this, human
skin of mine
My back is broken, there is a knocking on my door,
hey
I am nothing but a cracked up, waste of time
I don't know...but you wondered about mine
He calls me at 2 am to say goodbye
And I wondered in his head, that voice that said
"I am alive." I had my hands folded as if in prayer--
I wanted to crouch down, in the corner there.
How to feel like you'd been brought up to be this
way
Whatever happens, then they’ll forget it anyways
God's promise, as the cities fall under the quake

 
The rain is crying, wash my tears wide awake
I don't....need to cure
I don't know my self
for sure
Overwhelmed
But not secure
I don't know
Who you were, they were 'they' were
what if?


White

so judgmental
the light,
confused with rain
absolved of sin
torments me
With reasoning
through softened temples
the colors collected underfoot
white noise
white skin
white cold hands
upon mine
white jackets
and white cells

 
where my body sleeps
white as hell.


Silent House


It fell upon deaf ears
Like a siren screaming in the rain
A dizzy dancing man gone mad
Beside the screaming train
Their voices were multiplying
And Van Gogh once painted pain
He would have loved to know
What others ignore in vain
It fell with a thunderous crash
But no one heard the sound
As a million fiery splinters
Fell harshly to the ground
And no one saw her falling
Right through the broken moon
As the fire turned to slaughter
And the laughter turned to boredom
For she woke up that morning
With strangely no recall

 
Of any conversation
Of any sound at all
And in the silent house she cried
As her children continued sleeping
When no one wanted to remember
What it was like to hear them speaking.
Gypsy Dreams
Dark purple, amber, a grass green on her skirt
She dances, the damsel, not afraid of her hurt
as the old man in his wagon, he woes like the sea
carving animals out of bones and the soot at her feet
But don't dry your eyes just yet, for your tears be
precious jewels
In the darkness of a mind, we work through her pain
Then, no one will ever find their life's meaning
If she cannot dig deeper into her core, so don't adore
her
don't worship, just dig dig dig till you dig through
the dirt
Beneath her, and all the dreams, blooms her worth


 


Fire Fairy


While tonight I'm all dressed in dews
She's clapped among the circled hues
deep upon waters diffused, diffusing
I drank of daughters wooed and bruising
the sacred and the lost profane
the beautiful and the most mundane
for you, for her, for her and me
the girl of sunshine and colors the
Most optimistic, the most agile
the fire, the fire, the air has been
smoking tears of the night-time again
splendid- she rose from sapphire
and the red, then here she wasted
he wasted away there too
oh hey, oh hey, I am the way to you
no night, rose colored hues so blue
It’s the reason I do dress myself
In my little firelight muse oh who
so lifeless, so flowery and blue and black
oh my fairy princess, oh my fiery muse
The night-time wandered without you
In and of itself she cried such a vibrant flame

 
tonight the emeralds glistening. a feet. of fame
I clap there touching the diamonds rough
And smell the smoke and crackling on the wave~
waving around in another universe. please behave!!
one with oranges, flames, and the curse.
Of course- I rule in my own Universe.


Tranquil


The wind is blowing
the trees are whispering
the town is still and quiet
tranquil and unmoving
her veins are unsolicited
her heart, stillborn
frequently she’s singing
thoughts go on obscured.
blight and misfortune avoid me
history and fate have been consumed
time and conspiracy exploited
world without end amen
her room remains
empty
her coat, full of pockets
with nothing to fill them
beads of romance
strings of life-like pearls
a house, unoccupied

 
a bed, unused
a face, worn out by tears
the space is universal
no trespassers allowed
infinite beauty
peace and tranquility rehearsed
roses, morning glories
sanitized by seasonal bliss
moments of tenderness
infinite transcendence
oh skies above us
watching below at a beautiful haze
as the green changes to blue
upside down or right side up
the yearning
beaches wide eyed with stupid love
time multiplied
a lucid atmosphere
arise and awaken
When no one is there


Family


My family loves me so
my family is my whole
they dedicated their lives
to raising me...despite these hardships

 
My mother is
calling us, a family
My family calls to me
From within the forest, the vines
Over seas, and I know, as I bow
that this is my true family
My parents taught me to continue
Despite my failed attempts
to vanquish a flame
which is never going to parish
My family is like my stronghold
They speak to me through truths
When in doubt, I have always had
A land of everlasting youth
My father's shoulder to lean on
Even when friends seemed far away
That's how I feel, I know, that it's hard to love
The ones who have hurt you in the past
But grudges, for me, are those that never last
and I owe them, the magic I wish to possess
Of everlasting life, love, and of course
who they are inside, who they are at last
Everyone should know that without love
I'd be somewhere else, somewhere between realms
Of living and dying

 
Tough I believe in someone, something
The truth is- there is much to forgive...and that is
that I have been pulled from the realms of despair
For I know, truly, that my family cares.


Evolving

Soft starch-like wings confetti'd in pink
Curly lashes inked with black mascara in sighs
Sugar plum creases milked in white--to opalescent
shine
Sweet dreams little one--the deepest shades of blue
Visions of color, evolution's tune.


Ash

I met a man once- he was wet
From the bone
And mopped, like a gentlemen
In silence, we walked together
It rained all night
I slept, listening to the rain whisper
But I fought tears to ignore you---
I was cold. I was cold. I was cold.
But it was cool, to be one of the guys
Although-I'm a girl
I never quite knew who I was

 
No one bothered to tell me.
When I was young, I wanted to fly
I tried again and again
and convinced myself that I was there--but I always
fell
And it hurt.
So I must learn this lesson again,
Because I've forgotten that we fall.
I keep flying away....
Yet I don't know why I'm not falling.
Then it came- death
It did not grip my throat
Like the demons often had-how I'd imagined it
would be
It felt like surgery, like being taken care of
Or going on a long journey...
I simply slipped- was time to go
I wanted to stay---but all along I knew
I had avoided this topic- the answer
always had to be final.
Unlike the rain---it tasted bitter
Unlike the rain, did not move through me
But into me--deep into me
A hand turned off the clock
And I turned....away


 
Mary

In the meadow where gentle rains fall
Her soul slipped slowly to the light
In a place with no recall.
Her sins that never did appall
This love that was so right
In a place with no recall.
Some say she was sinful
Did she keep her lips locked tight
Safe behind the wailing wall?
In a blessed land so small
Her soul came relentlessly to fight
Those words should they befall.
You can still hear her wail
To a soul from the depths of night
In a place that was to fall.
Did the people hear her call?
With such a raging heart of might
She was banished from them all
In a place with no recall.


 
Tree of Burden


Oh tree, is your will burnt black? Unlike
The oak, who still sleeps under wintry gusts
The moon, precise, cuts the edge of night
With her jaded fingernail- and her swollen appetite.
One rosy tip, a glint of color for the people
Who walk, under thorny snows, who know-
Walking forwards in the hot rain of desire
As whispers of melancholy, reckon sadness and fire
Yes, I do love you silence- this gesture of
confidence
Those slow snakes twisting, making their sin
Like twisted thoughts in my head- again
Baptized in water, where there were once roots
Where they turned to rock and bled me a sea
Of silver silk-worms, all yearning for a destiny-
My heart calls alone, crawls down to the bone
It eats the pain and cries out- to the sorrowful ones
Tomorrow, we’ll see, springing in the marsh
The symbol of our riches, the symbol of the war
march
A beautiful black satin tree, of sympathetic hate
The tree of burden, of destiny, of mankind’s fate


 
Beth and Death

the fragrant flowers decorated the pool
of what had been the way she felt
where a fool at last had seen the line
and scratched the surface to find out
when she broke the glass and drank
Her wine, afternoon became a concubine
For the wind pulled itself in circles
And the words they had left forgotten stilled
But Beth knew to nod along as though they were
right
Or had it made sense then with no appetite
Heart skipped a beat, forgot how to pump
And the last thing she knew
she heard the last thump.


Blur

Soldiers lining up in single file
Then one by one they enter
As if they knew who she was
She's keeping still but everything blurs
Following the winding river
With a gentle tear she cries
As the shade makes another entrance
Driving into her mind
Blue shadows rising
Out of the feathered sky
It doesn't really matter, yeah
she whispers, "I wanted to die"

 
Covers swooping down over her eyes
Life is moving by too fast
and it is the end of darkness
The sunshine smiles at last
Bursts of life, she's slowly leaving
Her breathing shyly escapes
high up there between the silent hills
She swallows more of what he rapes
It is time to wash away their walls
And no one hears but everyone sees
The immediate flash, the little echo pass
The pearls of sweat when no one believes
As the night swallows her mind
Awake within a waking dream
In the place that she desired
Time rolls over again


 
Butterfly Tears


Her tears of pain never seemed remembered
she was stolen by the silence in their eyes
an angel in the city of starry lights that shimmer
how could anyone tell her when she cried
she was unlike the rest with her wings of butterflies
we know the rotten ones messed up on their way
home
home to the only place they'd ever really known
even though they only wanted to be everything
they'd dreamed
now they're setting sail off these shores
just wanting a reality they can call their own
because she knew it's what she was meant to be
a writer, an actress, a singer at only three
now her tears are only shadows, she is too thin to
wear a dress
and she worries that the sweater hides mistakes she
won’t confess
in the corners of halls were the lonely children
wrapped up in their sorrow, will they ever be
forgiven?
he cries because he knows he messed up this time
she's got her nerves unwired, if only he could get it
right
she just wants to be happy but she knows it always
lies

 
when these shadows become faces and reflections
of the past
all the memories, the ghosts of them, start to get the
best
she wants to disappear because she's tired all the
time
so she lights up her cigarettes and flicks the lighter
with her pain
she will do it just to feel the bliss of this escape
again


Grief

As shadows brush against her face she's taken back
a branch bends low in the window, her heart flutters
into shock
as it fills an empty silence, the broken plates
reassemble on the counter with an ease of grace
Staring down at her hands she remembers time
a world balanced by a thread
she's thinking of a place so far away
when she devised the plan to escape fleeting
memories
The lights diminished with an aging relief
and the rooftops fell down with an ugly creak
the light brought cures for all of these ills
when motion made every object seem alive


 
But she remembers with a bursting grief
That when she was a child she still believed

The Drifter

Ideas drip down her open mouth
as trickle and rippling voices run away
through an imagined orchestra of words
He orders a drunk drink for the child ...
sleeping on the floor as she babbles away
As they asphyxiate with emotionless eating
Gobbling gin and groaning girls to stay
until the drums get rough and guitars start
screaming
they sip solitude sweetly listening to silly stars
building their bodies out of used body parts
they're still building atomic bombs
And the glamorous girl with
ogre eyes and a silly mind
waits on a trembling plank...
Ready to jump into space with a blank
face


 
The Kingdom

"Welcomed in the sky,--
once children we were free,
oh Earth's clouds, unfold so brilliantly
bring me the light and sing
till the nightingale
larks of freedom in thy soul."
Covered with the darkness by a dread of hand,
we were compelled to hear:
the piper pipe of many a man
in a kingdom far from here.
What were its thickest shades where they'd been
led?
a watered heaven, no winds in their breath,
from the seats of the valleys into the night,
his specter followed them by trail of death.
Quench, Oh children from my sight
for there to God, thou mortal hands are skies;
burnt of tender morning, stain their world with fire
their bodies left the voice of the light
a thousand spirits of my happy day,
forever lurking in my evil ways.
my foe beheld it in the maiden when she ran away,
to be with the flowers in my garden bright and free
in a land that longs for her silvery hair,
does not she laugh with woe, for the valley that

 
loved thee?
"Oh the steps of the happy and never want of joy.
it bears their hearts with painful tongs,
night is called by His image, but I made a bank:
where thy dream of every man is wrong,
it is for another pleasant sound reborn:
and I say to welcome in a threatening horn
while our sports have tasted in silent delight
she'd fled with a freedom, the maiden fair,
sit down, to waste in hell's despair;
I guard them well with thee behind me,
who doth give his youth a harlot's curse
blasts! These forests of thy father's moor!
I murmur my wishes but only to his fervor
what was my joy, but a hapless plea?"
"Oh Earth's clouds let thy ruddy eyes see day
angels shall brush my shady roof,
there they may find hope under leaves
so many children are stripped
of thy father; does it keep my love in vain
oh Day of Mourning,
come down and bid thee such a sign."
ten-thousand spirits of woe!
what shall be in the home of her mournful head,
whose ears have built Jerusalem
in thy heart and soul?
when He was dark, no injury,
to the sacred years,

 
when Mary had spoken in the night of a spirit,
he became a bright mane of stars, to sit
beneath our Father's throne,
and know thy Peace, the Dove, but can it be?
for the longings of their eyes so poor,
oh To be like them and scream of war!
or to vanish with the night, to be the dying star
beheld such a brilliant sight, from our father's shore.


Pretty


weak in the knees, don't say please?
Oh and I'm in love, with stupidity
it's my disease, I have no security...
I modestly promoted, demoted and shamed
The very thing I stood for and inflamed
My horses eyes were wide, with anger and agile
don't you talk to her like that boy, she's still just a
child
Oh, how do I feel about the precedents tonight
In these dark torrents I run raining, I just want
Aboriginal sin, ambiguity creation


Perhaps it's true- I am an anarchist, although
I don't think there's any blood left to fuel my rage
I spit these ashes upon each page, hatred fuels my

 
passion
I am trying to fashion that voice within, that one
that won't complain
That voice that knows, the difference- between sane
and insane
sane and insane sane and insane sane and insane
and then again
I know, there's no real knowledge, of good and evil
just two building blocks in our hands, one made of
dust
the other is man, if you can you know you will
build your tower, angels learn to kill, to do it with
ease and it
breaks my heart, this passive art of selfish pride
Who is the next, beautiful bride, weak in the knees
don't say it means nothing, for I mean it
I am not a happy soul, not at all.


 


America

Free words, became my realm of sorrow
Hail the queen of the skies, like there is no today
or ever was, the yester-realm of heroes
She flees the image, a wax design, how forcibly
men
made their bride, sign the contract- undermined
underlined she is so quiet, virgin pride
What's alright? Waiting for the lightning light
I want to hear, she cries, the prophets graffiti on the
walls
I want to fear, she lies, I want to die...but nothing
nothing will make me feel, that sort of healing that
means I’m real
Am I real? Do I care at all, what's this man or do we
fall
Do we question ourselves at all?
Our own flesh...our human souls, our liberty
Our image known, to all...who hears the call.
The dove sings, a violent bell, angelic screams
Oh angel, I know you well...and we will be
We will be, the enemy. Yes call me
Call me, America, just call me the enemy.


 
Phantom

The monster slowly steps through barred windows
Enters a pale lit room with a young virgin asleep
The visitor plucks a rose from her vase
And quietly stretches his large bat-like wings.
When Dianne awakens from her sweet deep sleep
She is face to face with this dark handsome man
In a dark cape and with glistening white locks
She knows that this is her phantom lover at last.
He strides over and touches her silken thighs
And runs his tongue over her cherry red lips
Inviting the wickedest scent, arousing her fast
They make the sweetest love, temptation at its best.
When at last the strange man devours her body and
soul
She is left among the wrinkled sheets as the
bedsprings creak
She has left this wicked world behind her
Restlessly, the vampire looks for his next guest.


 
I Wander

I wondered why I wandered so far
Followed the sky, followed my heart
Now it's as if I'm all out of time
I wonder why I felt so alive
I carried on, her body was gone
When I was high, it was still mine
Some days I laughed, some days I cried
I wondered why I felt so alive
I am not broken, I am not alone
She sings so sweetly& with her song
She could tear the world from their eyes
I wonder why it is a crime
I wander far, I wander around
I give a smile, but can't you see now
They don't understand
I wonder why it is a crime to hold your hand
I wonder why I wander far
Following the skies, looking for stars
I carry on when I feel shy
I wonder why I feel so alive
I was never broken, not ever alone
I was laughing, never going home
She sang so sweetly, then she died

 
I wonder why I feel so alive
I wander far, I wander around
I give a twirl, can't you see the sound
It would not tear the world from your eyes
I wonder why I feel so alive


Island Dancers
I'd known you by those glossy pearls,
Seated so justly at your breast,
'Fore kissing me there at the door,
You waved across the eastern shore,
And swam to me in graceful whirls,
To dance upon the sandy crest.
Your hair was glistening like rain,
Could I a poor man say a word--
Your lips were ruby red and fierce,
That in such stillness, love not pierce?
Enchanted by my dear Moraine,
You were the only voice I heard.
Then stiffened by a dread of fear,
A character that was no guest,
As lovers' hearts began to ache,
We knew this man was our mistake,

 
Uninvited, not here-not here!
But turn him back, they did their best!
He strode right to the ballroom floor,
Then he danced with the ghostly air,
And we watched, we crowded around,
A shady man, but so profound!
He danced alone and yet what for?
I neither knew nor did I care.
My love--you looked upon the lad,
As if 'tween your eyes was a knot,
And when you moved you made no sound,
I thought I lost what I had found,
Of course it seemed you had forgot,
This last dance was ours to be had.
And you looked quite the fool that night,
Trying to wake his reverie,
While he kept dancing with his mind,
Until we noticed he was blind,
And it gave you an awful fright,
He told you that he could not see!
All laughed for awhile then they slept,
But we left the party long ago,
To watch the waves with that blind man,
He said that if you try you can,
And that was when we three had wept,
We three had learned the truth, you know.


 
And swam through waters cold as ice,
And ran our hands through the cloud,
And slept under the hottest sun,
Had found within ourselves a son,
And though the world seemed not so nice,
The dance of love we had allowed


Golden Tears

Goddess of the golden tears
Mistress to the tide that is rising
Bring light shining in through me
In through me bring this light shining
Golden hair of sunlit fields
Of many flowers, wilder than her eyes
Tomorrow dawns, a new birth of laughter
Angels' songs will carry me over
Ageless sunrise, off sweeping new horizons
Despair and darkness rules the winter night
Bring the softness of lullabies
And the quivering halo of ageless life
Golden sun, the fortunate spring I've sought
The eternal shore, of waters everlasting
The savior seeks his children, the water is so fresh
eternal drink of purity, be blessed

 
Salt protects, mixing salt with water and blessed
wine
We seek to create an image, brought to your eyes
and mine
Sunshine is freed by the cloudy mist
And an ocean of rain comes following her kiss
The thorns wrapped around her heart
Can contain no more grief
And if you seek an Angel or a God
You must get onto your knees and pray relief
Show the world you are worthy
To begin this amazing journey
Through the sorrows of agony
We venture into the many eyes of our new eternity

War

We settled our bodies down
Into a place of peace
Were those memories found
Some days the air was cold
And we let our hearts get warm
In a place where we could grow
No tears fell from her eyes
Angel's whispers of the past
We meant to sour the skies

 
So boldly

she would shatter
The pride of any soldier
still yearning for a father
We're just toy soldiers
Marching off to war
Don't follow, don't follow anymore
In this time of worry
Of questions needed to be asked
Whose angrier than her?
For these endless wars
Of murder, of torture, of terror
For this endless war waged for ...
We have no choice, we have but no will
No power over our own hands, still
To save our world from warring lands


Winter

Winter secrets buried in white
As in dark we whispered nightly
Buried in the drifts of snow
Secrets told, they'll never know
In the dark we were whispering

 
Wandered majestically through white
As the ice melts from the clouds
All the secrets that you know
Hymns of starlight, bright light showing
Solemn eyes that faced the morning
In the bright light shown she sang
Of her blossomed love, she sang
Of all the haunting things she kept
Like blood let upon a spring thorn
In the winter she had slept
With a lover, now he's gone.
Goddess of Snow


Gathering tree limbs in the harsh winter
We stutter and we chatter
Our bodies feeling cold,
used, and beyond repair.
We're the helpless ones,
But she came into this world
Like a thundering cry
It ripped through the darkening sky.
Taken far from home
She slipped like a cat
In between their eyes

 
Darting back and forth then away
As I am gathering wood for the fire,
Nothing feels more sweet than the cold
She holds me in her raspy winter embrace
Can I not bare to fight it any longer?
Can I not bare to stand at all?
To part from her glance would be to change things
I choke down these silent romances
Remembering ...
I inhale and exhale the warmth of her life
As if I could be something great- but now who?
Unknown to this crowd, a hopeless one that I am
A lonely girl with infant dreams
Why do cowards cry? Why do men embrace their
tears
When you know we're only cowards
The sun has gone down as
The icicles lick the earth
With spring restlessly trickling
Beneath shafts of bitter ice
She is the body of a woman
With her slender form
And her sleek white hair
She is pregnant with love

 
We give our hearts to her
Our homes and our thanks to her
And as we comfortably lay there, hand in hand
a gentle tear silently escapes my eye


Black and White


Light descends down
onto this fragmented window
I press my cheek upon the cold glass and imagine
these images fluttering away from me
I am somewhere sweet, wrapped in your shade and
dazed beyond
your repair
I am not this black and white project
that was created to inspire
I am free from these lines, edges that inflict
transparency
This not so fortunate girl who was adolescence's
fringe
and I cannot try to speak
Thoughts jumping around in this pretty fantasy
If only I could tell you through a cut up
photograph the depths that you'll never
see the casket where
my father sleeps in his riddled dream.

 


My Land

Malignant mountains shake
Beside my window they tower
And I am down on my knees
From within my head I hear a distant piano
Playing from deep below the shadows
Invisible fingers pinch my cord
And I am alone in the dark
It is still a tin can heart
Red goats feast upon my soul
As the hermits cloak my life in gloom
Slowly muttering like rainfall
And their voice throws off the storm
Cackling, like autumn she laughs
The sleeping earthworms resurface
In the soggy dew and grasslands
I am sleeping on pins and needles
It's so beautiful to you
Watching from the corners you can still
Breathe in everything black and blue
I need their embracing thunder
But there are rules that I am facing
I must be low and slink through the dark
Stabbing pins into my aching heart
I need a mirror so I can see myself go blind
Going insane is all about believing in mankind
my body uncovers and is seductively drained
as this ardent flame carries
the scent of murder on his lips
Pulling me through a world of ghosts
With just his fingertips

 


Two Holy Kings


Vishnu appeared one evening
As an eye of ruby red
To speak of many things
Most certainly to warn of death
Vishnu was there to calm the king
For his throne was to be taken
But the king flatly ignored Vishnu
As if Vishnu had not spoken
And the thunderous caves opened
For the lesson had done no good
This selfishness had led the king
To a promise of punishment
Lord Shiva, the fierce God
Appeared in such a flash
Imposing fear into King's heart
With a loud thundering crash
"Who claims to right the wrong?"
Lord Shiva, the mountain, said
Poking the king with his prong

 
Bathed with the ashes of the dead
Lord Shiva heard Vishnu's warning
Now the king deserved the worst
"From this day on your royal
Kingdom shall be forever cursed!"
"Oh Shiva, do not curse him
For he has done no wrong
His life was lived in splendor
And we, in his royal kingdom
Have bathed in riches vaster
Than any princess could know
Do not curse our father the King
For we love our highness so!"
Soon the King had wept
But Shiva would not reply
For the King owed a Karmic debt
That was far too great, too high
And so they wept for their king
Who took his final breath
As Shiva led the royal King
Into the realm death.


 


Fickled Thorns

my inner peace,
the fickled thorn
finding a place between the norm
we run and run run until the words entwine
but each one seems square and ostracized...I'm on
the fringe
How can we reach the stars when their is so much
distracting ours?
From the beauty of the moon
my inner peace
and a fickled thorn
I want you to know, the wild and submissive
The world beyond this gross habitat
Where lizards walk in silent reverie
This is insanity, fucking insanity
I want you to scream something different
Something that I can't hear,
but everything is wavering
Nothing is ever clear
I want to hurt you
Violence beats in my heart
Where the daggers twists in ruination
When a soul's been worn beyond repair

 
How do we turn love sour
When do we pick the morning's flowers?
I wish you knew me by name
But all you see is the same grey
I have become the self-sacrificial
I know things have become so...artificial
But that's life when you're down
Can't fight it, spin things around
See it in white, colors aren't clear
But nothing is beautiful to you dear
Where is that inner peace
The inner saving grace
No one knows the nonsense it grows
How do we fall in love now
When there is nothing to love
But these speckles of dust
running now, running away
Because you know down here
They don't come true
You know down here that
Dreams don't come true
Unless you've got some
Big air balloon...
Take this away
Take it away


 


Knowing You

Maybe everything will be alright
The tiredness and this petty fight
Parents yelling in the other room
Gets me feeling all this gloom
All the reasons I should be happy
And I continue to feel crappy
Is it depression, the drugs don't work
They usually make my eyes itch and my stomach
hurt
It may seem like self pity
I should just buck up, have faith
Get over it, snap out of it
Well that's just crap, it doesn't work that way
You want me to get on my knees and pray
To a God who doesn't answer, who is too far away
No I only hear this angry voice screaming my name
And life is just a game, I fought, it's still not the
same
People come and then they die
That makes me a little happier inside
To know that their as hopeless as me

 
And all this negativity
The sun is out and it's shining bright
My head hurts and I don't care to eat
My bones are thick, my hair is oily
I feel sick to my stomach and it's my birthday
My life is just not as it should be
I wallow in all this regret of what it should be
Proving myself to someone who doesn't care
And that's the reason that I'm even there


Yearn

His best friend had no reason to be such a sleaze
She always laughed like it was ok to be that way
He had overwhelming look about his face
She could not bare the pain, she learned to run away
She wanted an oasis all of her own
Somewhere she didn't have to call home she
couldn't go home
With picket fences and the cherry trees, then she
prayed
Who would answer the questions she had
He couldn't pray with the hands he wouldn't fold
For those he'd saved for someone else she'd said
He was rushing through time but never got far
She bought a ticket for the train and it took her from
there

 
Here in the dark I feel safe, I feel free to say hello
When the feelings all wonder at the beautiful plastic
so
Turn around, turn around, you can't say you caught
them now
I found out how you got to somewhere somehow
Such beauty, you are dying to be so far away from
here
I give you my light, you can have it today and say
She was a friend to everyone but me, for I
Found her a place deep that was void of reality


Inspired

My inspiration's gone and flown
Like a bird with big white wings
I fold my letter into my pocket
And hope this message carries
My muse has disappeared
I've searched along this dark path
Through lonely poet's eyes
Like Emily and Plath
I rise out of the waves
From the oceans of my sadness
They've swallowed my tears
And now I can't cry happiness

 
Although my throat is feeling dead
From all these longing words
I've tried to relate it to
I can only hope that I had inspired you


Red

Toss a wish into the well
Wishing a child is happy today
Wrap a sheet around her feet
And kiss the sun goodbye
She sees the light at the end
When the road turns to bend
And the colors all melt to one
That is brighter then just some
If one day she had spent it all alone
She'd trade it for one more day to scream
Those thoughts that trail away
And it doesn't seem to matter now
Somehow things get reversed
That's what happens when you're cursed
I guess I meant it when I said
Look, my luck was just as bad

 


Soldier Soldier

I hate the feeling of you crawling under my skin
You're in a secret chamber down in some place I
don't know
Surrounded by metal; in an emptiness you cry
Isolated soldier, why did you have to die?
Isolated soldier, why do I cry your tears?
Isolated soldier, why do you hang around here?
I love the feeling of you whispering under my
breath
Seeing double, images in my sleep, with that battle
cry death
You wanted to see me soldiering through
Don't despair soldier I will not die
Don't be sad for me, I will forgive you
I show no sign of weakness, I show no pain
I know the answer is mercy and compassion
You teach me those lessons, you show me it plain
I see them clearly, but you still frighten
Sometimes ghosts appear to us, in mysterious ways
Sometimes ghosts come to us for help, what can we
do but pray
That they will be set free, from the chains of their
past

 
That the nightmares will cease and that God can be
at peace
A tear falls from my eye
You act pretty evil but when you reach out to me
With one hand you grasp at divinity
I will be the angel in disguise, to carry the weight
for you
For you who cannot see the light, you who are not
so few
You who are barely breathing, and at the end of
your rope
I will bring you back to this life, I will give you my
hope
I guess freedom has a price to pay
As we parade through the streets to look for Mary
Why did he fall to his knees
When the rose appeared from his dreams
She sent him her love and a wish to fulfill
I want you to have your life, I'll send you another
angel
Shivers run all through my body
As I beg God to forgive me
For the soldier who is calling me home
For the solider who needs a name
And if I had one last prayer
I would see you standing some place alive
Free from hate, free from delusion, and free to be
happy again

 
Free from these hardships I hadn't known to be
Free from your worries, free to live a life of truth, to
see clearly
So here I am, and Soldier, I can still forgive you
But please will you just stop haunting me

So here I am, and Soldier, I still forgive


God’s Glory


You
are the
morning sun
rising from life
after life again
the peace and quiet of
an afternoon breeze and shared
laughs in these beautiful lives
I know you deserve all the Glory
you share with everyone gladly
when people are in need, you will lend hands
you don't feed the evils of mankind
you see everything, know all
and you know our hopes so well
you shed light on the dark
for our sufferings

 
You cry the rain
You see us
and you
reign
Who
would cast
you aside?
with bitterness
for pains they endured
you won't settle for less
Than the grace to all which you
blessed, the light is there, the light will
always be here throughout our struggles
Even when these clouds of despair hide you
The stars still shine beyond all that we see
A bright shining place full of wonder
and miracles, divinity
You are the morning sunrise
you are the calming hand
The summer's rainbow
A child wishing
With my God
I am
Free


To Show A Tear

You are alone like me (indifferently)
But we share this difference- of similarities
See, I cannot laugh or cry, I'd be dying
You are alone like me
Your poetry you shares the same melody
Sings songs of empathy (gentle apathy)
When no one else is there (a soul survives the
ashes)
You are alone like me
When I want to see the world changing
And nothing goes my way (blood is blood this way)
So I try to pray but why pray
When I don't think it'll make a difference
My words aren't golden, they were all stolen
By someone else (stolen by your eyes lie)
You are alone like me (so quietly)
If only I could feel for you
But these tears have all been cried
My eyes have been dry of dreaming
So I sleep all night and think

 
And a dream all day without notion
I go through all the motions
Why, will someone please help me?
I thought I'd never love you
With your dark
But now I see it's your darkness
The keeps me alive in my heart (that keeps things
apart)


Beautiful Bones

The silver bells rung like a hurricane
And as the red carpet unraveled for Jane
She walked straight down the line
Such a beautiful dress, that she had on...
She was just like you are
With golden locks and green eyes for stars
She had been loved by them all always
But she didn't care for just one
Letting them pass on, just pass her by
Her only lover, was a silver gun
As the bells rung she ran away
without a word to say
She strung ruby red
Across her neck
like she had meant it to be
That was Jane problem you see

 
No one cares for me
she cried it again and again
The truth is, no one really did.
But of course
no one will get this message...
it's too late to care
because we're filled with greed
shame malice hate and despair
people won't understand


 


My Father


My father has always supported me
My father who always tries to be fair
My father who lets you know that he cares
My father is there for the family
On rainy Saturdays you will find him
Playing classical tunes on his guitar
And when you are in need or life seems grim
He will support you and go lengths by far
He likes coffee black every morning
He likes to see his kids growing up strong
You will hardly ever see him frowning
And there's not much you can say he does wrong
He works two jobs and stays up late working
But enjoys what he does and he works hard
He loves puzzles, in Sudoku he's king!
And being around you is his reward
Life can be hard for a father these days
So I think my dad deserves some true praise
And in this moment I think of the ways
He's made our lives special, thanks dad, always


 


Luna

Some are so tempted by the blood red moon
To steal her magic and spiritual might
They darken themselves with a lustful swoon
Fairing their hearts the illustrious fight
To conquer her mystery is a feat
That often turns lovers to war and greed
As righteous ministers further this plight
To say the dark creates evil indeed
With my hope fluttering on spellbound stars
I watch from afar in a reverie
As Luna smiles throughout all of our wars
And only the truly gifted can see
Though magic is used for many a gift
There is also the power of the truth
And when the world's powers begin to shift
Who is there to guard our eternal youth?
The secret of the moon is in her smile
The joyful face of a woman in love
So joyous of all that's free from beguile
Perpetual magic ruled from above


 


The Life Tree


I have noticed that whenever I pray,
People get better and heal from disease,
So I shall fold my hands while on my knees,
To clear my head without further delay.
I ask guidance from the Lord come what may,
"Will someone send me a messenger, please?"
Still the winds are turning upon the trees,
Those whisperings are all he can convey.
I shall not falter for before this light,
In heaven's mysterious secrecy,
The truths glisten in a magical rite,
Where thoughts create the mind, soul, and body.
Let the hymns of our ancestors ignite,
So that we can rise as life from the tree.


 
 

The Opiate
Gather here my friend to my collective
Be peaceful and share in your hate
Share this my friend for she needs no mention you
see
It was initiated within a societal state
Bear it my friend, all of these words
Do not hate yourself
Do not love yourself
Just listen to the self hum.
Toy soldiers, let's play
Little dollies of me
And lost innocents
The master sets up to pray
Calls it an illusionist's game
Thoughts hear blood go blue
the mass-hysteria is dawning
As shouts from rockets burst
He holds in his hands dimensions
Incapable of including the damned
Two holes in the ceiling
He feels them repeating
From which pour absolution
Three keys to three solutions
Will accept no substitution
a web of wandering meanings
Hidden beneath his sleeves
Like blood on a machine
Look a little closer
Nothing's really there
 

So what did you see?
He's been using the strings
He's sowing these things
just reaping their dreams
and the schemes
Praying for them to believe
In those behavioral screams
For in him you see
Your reprieve
Make me feel the freedom of falling
When I wake up it's been this denial
Such is this to me
I've been in exile
Sometimes it matters
To dream of dying there
Make me Break Me
It's a shame to fear
She might just be falling
Over into this sub-category
I'll sell you into me
She might just be free falling
Far from reality
No carbon copy
No conditional love left
For the crisis hungry
Comatose
Untie the noose on your blind truce
Look out for the ghost of what you mean
Within it is what you knew
The answers are there
Beyond me
 

But you cannot call out to them
For when you hear them call
You are not hearing
You are dying for the fall
He says he knows his name
To make sense of this
Welcome my friend to the damned collective
Turn it around
Make some kind of sound
How unloved to be
Someone whose just like me
Perfectly in denial
and never free.
Let's pretend
Make amends
I hope you know
I'm not your remedy.
 
Ripples of Red
This is the last time, she said
Andromeda will listen
As you wrap yourself around her
And your blood begins to die
We'll meet Andromeda some day there
With our tin can dreams
And psychedelic worlds
You'll heed the warning signs, then
Blood florescent in design
that bright shining Exit sign
he Pulls his shadow over the glade
Craving company
Perpetually
In a twilight
full of cyanide dreams
Careful not to slip into the tripped out white
humans created us from
Me.
Like us, we can only say
That they say that we're free...
They mettle and explode
The small become tangled
Twisted but alright
when carried by the Onyx's Flight
Midnight dressed in red and white
Opens his eyes, he is conscious too
Of the burn marks on the frame
Steel cannot bend me today
with the way we fight for time
 
She says it is sublime
The suffering in the darkness
Learning to sign
Imitate me, Andromeda
Andromeda
Andromeda you cannot know me...now
Andromeda History
His theory of Red bursts like flesh in the sky
How does the world spin this way?
On its axis? On a dial? Someone made a tide
Opened up the inside
Darkness does not smile
Relative...or the giving in to surrender?
Does it bubble on the surface?
Is it a beacon here forever?
Do we ripple or they spin us?
Can we bend it or perceive
the walls like little fish?
Are our minds related...somewhere
Do we know what we're looking for?
are we moving or suspended in motion?
Are we made of anything?
Cut the iron vein
Watch the coil spiral out into oblivion
Watch the sparks bleeding away
Suicide isn't as easy
As making waves in the sea
 

Ripples of Red
That only I could see.
Twisted Trees
on a lost path with twisted trees
no hazards or picket signs marking
their dangerous territories
often loved but not forgotten
hopeful to revolve in shattered schemes
the blueprints of hands that touched
the shame which now perceives
a perfect darkness with tinted trees
she's looking into the window
at the dark dream-like horizon
and the double that split once
a new incarnation, no destination
save the twisted trees
and she has no memories
is this the delusion
life in this confusion
just deny it, to herself, she says
look out there...just mangled babies
bodies hang from angelic tapestries
and this double knows no self
save the voice that exists
accept the double who calls and she
believes this is not sane to hear voices
to escape the collision
now she's here, now she's there
No she is not there
 
an acceptance of her mirage
soaked the insane to life
oblivion, catch me now please
I’m growing twisted dreams
of trees that grow with no emotion
twisted in his perfect design
She won't accept it
It's not mine!
magnolias surround her
sometimes he finds her
suspended in animation
who was her creator or
her master of design?
don't be afraid to speak
you may be me but
you are also free
to sign.
Black Dragon
I can't stop breaking things
like the blonde chic in denim and boots
I tumble down over memories
I'm not good for you
I want the chaos sometimes
Hold my hand chaos
Let's make it chaos
I need more practice
I'm feeling the spinning
From the sickness, Honey
It's making me happy
But you think it's odd
 
Really I think this world
Might just drive us crazy
You might just walk away
You might have walked away
The apocalypse had two sons
She's breeding you something
On empty planes and spaces
Called you everything
they've been laughing too much
as if it means anything
these letter I sent
To the perfect state of being
trapdoors on blue walls
prisoners shut themselves in
and little butterflies, just spread
girl, we're all a secret religion
just take me back to the field
down by the ash tree
Only I can't tell you what it means to you
we'll meet there as friends someday
and share our history
lunacy, lunacy
lunacy, lunacy
 
Rose of War

It was the perfect containment
a stark picture, a family gift
she picked those roses to remember
a child long gone, forever missed
forever
as she cut the stems with sharp scissors
for in some way this would soothe
the damage it had done.
as she performed this sacred surgery
on her beloved memory
she tried to forget--her baby's first steps
The long gone happily ever after
when Emily turned 13
in each somber finality, it takes her closer
to pearl-white flowers beckoning rapture
cleansed by early September rains
tangled beneath those inky stains
berries in a little one's hands
the grasses gone to gray and thundering
berries mangled in blood, red
soaked in angry sweetness
'I can bleed too--dear' she mutters
Those hands are trembling
with swift child's feet, scrambling to reach her
mother's hand is reaching out to touch
 
To at least whisper to her daughter
To speak before her family slips
and falls into slaughter
The rose of war….
MTV dreams
You are dead to me love
That perfect oblivious me
I remember meeting you my brother
Teach me how to question why
In that blank MTV dream
Birds that fly on the screen
Deceived in roses red
They could not deceive me
My curves spiraled
Mirrored of the sound of happy
I remember your vision
The pocketknife on a drum
The prick of thorn to thumb
I would like to have been someone
Someone who said, Surprise
How wakeful are her eyes?
You once saw blue skies
Now you see, I'm a lemonhead
The world is just a box
Read, edited, re-edited
sleepers all so satiated
 

This real thing, just a broken
Piece of my reflection
Did I scream you to sleep
with your sheep and ship
going to the market
buying silver hair and steel
I do not think I'm real
Ice cubes cannot feel
So touch it and you melt
Ice Cubes all surround
It's the dream of cold stars
Free to melt under the sun
and I wonder why
sink or swim sink or swim
I cannot say how perfect
and white it feels not to say
How it feels to explode
and erase human history.
so here, share this delusion
here, share your conclusions
here, share your activisms
here, deform....
because if we ripple
then we bend...but
if we stand here we'll explode.
That's what war means you see it's
the master in his centerfold.
 
Thoughtless Asylum

I never tried to hurt You
This scar remains a proof
The consequence of love
You wander naked
Down the broken highways
Scared to shed your shoes
Then you do
I never tried to hurt You
Though the pain is not real
It climbs in with me each morning
So I know exactly how you feel
When you lost yourself
We never told the truth
That everyone who cared
Was right in front of you
It's not your fault
The wedge in your soul
It’s wedged in too deep
And when you sleep
It starts to creep around
So you smoke and drink and drive
And you can't get to sleep
 
Then they denied you
And you don't need help
There's no sufficient remedy
I'm sorry so sorry
Maybe it was never meant to be
You'll find that karma is a joke sometimes
It's more about order amidst chaos
And ignorance is bliss
Let the doctor floss his teeth
And pretend he's helping you bleed
All those red things that bloom
You are alright now
But I guess this is how
The story ends
The road bends
The ticket you got when
You drove two miles over the limit
Just don't go crazy
Because it might kill me
We'll adapt to this emergency
and I won't commit your suicide.
Some things are just not meant to be.
 
Jennifer’s Playground

Jennifer was sometimes amused
and the kids at the playground
loved to hear her tell stories
she liked to spin on the merry-go-round
as if colors could spin
but her parents sometimes fought
except for the arguments
life was pretty grand
sometimes it felt so good
to be caught up in her daydreams
Jenny captured frogs
when she liked playing outside
with kids her own age
Kids whose parents thought she was
A bad influence on them
she didn't know the world outside
imagination-land where images
became so twisted
she turned eight
and told herself stories
of men raping her
she told herself to
look into the glass
she saw a tunnel
with no light at the end
the yellow man laughed
because the walls had
always warped when she tried
To fall asleep
like the nightmares of
 
floating to the ceiling
a raison deferred
as the lights of cars
felt like lullabies of people
who were coming to her
reaching for her
and she felt home
her father thought it was
her mom's fault
it made no sense
the expenses
and they hated her to get between
their screaming
when she went to school
she fell behind
on the first day she asked a boy
his name
My name is crazy he said
but it didn't hurt her
she must've been lost somewhere
Jenny liked her thoughts
though she played games
sometimes with her will
daring herself to fly
off of the piano bench
she got into the car and drove
because she was no longer
the passenger
and those dreams made her feel scared
she was sick of driving
everyone crazy
why did it feel magical
sometimes
 
the sunshine
and hospitals
and waking up cold and numb
She grew up finally
only, she never wanted to really
she wanted to be a hero
and save the world
looking for people to save
she found no one
and she had to go home
now it should've ended
with a bang
but why give anyone credit
For the pain
We all deserve something
on Jennifer’s playground.
Sandcastle
We laugh in your castle of sand
As angels kneel before the moon
Wake up your star-crossed head, my friend
Come and dance with the animal
It is time to wake the little minds
There's a cold shadow on his tongue
Eating their pearls from silver spoons
Now that you have had all you need
Sing the songs in your garden
Your dreams are blue like happiness
Now those evils have been blood let
 
And your perfect lips devoured it
The angel burns with renascence
Dressed in the tears they had dismissed
She'll spin the wheel and turn desires
She'll rule as empress of empires
Black with a flaming dead crown
She wears her zeros, Saturn gowns
Now your hate will bear destiny
She will tip her head back and live
Drunken in perfect harmonies
as ruby tears begin to flow
She's embracing all existence
It might as well snow from heaven
 
Germany
He's so easily in
with the highs and lows
his lucid prose infuses feeling
you can hear his heart beating
making readers rehearse
their better version of 'me'.
He paints you Germany
expressionist smears of black and sorrow
turning thoughts to watercolor blues
 

he says: The Bar on the corner has
a maroon sign in the window
and it is looking for someone like you.
It says you are welcome here
with your soft soul
my Madeline, my hummingbird
sleepless nights in Germany
loneliness in Germany
Germany, so you will not forget me.

Magdalena
In the meadow where gentle rains fall
Her soul slips slowly to the light
In a place with no recall.
Her sins that never did appall
This love that was so right
In a place with no recall.
Some say she was sinful
Did she keep her lips locked tight
Safe behind the wailing wall?
In a blessed land so small
Her soul came relentlessly to fight
Those words should they befall.
You can still hear them wail
 
To a soul from the depths of night
In a place that was to fall.
Did the people hear her call?
With such a raging heart of might
She was banished from them all
In a place with no recall.
Buddha Ballerina
guided by the gentle toes
she lends herself a prayer
graceful gallant airs
we rise as ballerinas
and move in currents
and currents in waves
as light behaves as
we behave
marionette with invisible wings
until spotted by a distant star
the blinking of the little things
looking out from afar
dancing in the lonely moonlight
where all the silences refrain
before the mood begins to wane
we dance like it means nothing
and leap into the space
like we're falling from grace
 
only to land in perfect pose
guided by gentle toes
Lithium
I could be the murderer
and I could kill the mole
But I live here in this home
Of broken windows
So I wait for the darkness
Before I'm taken
And turned away
From that which buried
all your reflections
becoming mere impressions
Ghosts of enmity..
I could mimic this bright madness
I could be the phony hare
take your invitation to race you
getting faster and faster
until I've gone too far
and all my energy is gone
with all of your killing
I must be your favorite one
what a darn thing you say
with this knife you wield of gravity
like I am an evil core
walk around me girl
You bite me like I made you
I am no evil whore, you see
a reflection of eternity
But damn me for we all will
 

Who scam me and betray
You’ll throw me off this tower
and then you watch me bleed
little girl who had me
little girl who wants me
to open the door
as the mother blows away.
The things you said
When you were dead
Are no more...
I waited for you there
Now you are empty
and I have led thee
to a world of men
with led eyes
and sand kingdoms
dead upon their thrones
But if you were to take my hand
and let me take of you
I would instill a bravery
of pain and solemn truth
I have wished so long
for a healing bestowed to you
and my love has blown away
How can I tame the shrew?
 
Confused Refrains
You are alone like me (indifferently)
But we share this difference- of similarities
See, I cannot laugh or cry, I'd be dying
You are alone like me
Your poetry you shares the same melody
Sings songs of empathy (gentle apathy)
When no one else is there (a soul survives the ashes)
You are alone like me
When I want to see the world changing
And nothing goes my way (blood is blood this way)
So I try to pray but why pray
When I don't think it'll make a difference
My words aren't golden, they were all stolen
By someone else (stolen by your eyes lie)
You are alone like me (so quietly)
If only I could feel for you
But these tears have all been cried
My eyes have been dry of dreaming
So I sleep all night and think
And a dream all day without notion
I go through all the motions
Why, will someone please help me?
 
I thought I'd never love you
With your dark
But now I see it's your darkness
The keeps me alive in my heart (that keeps things
apart)
Beautiful Bones
The silver bells rung like a hurricane
And as the red carpet unraveled for Jane
She walked straight down the line
Such a beautiful dress, that she had on...
She was just like you are
With golden locks and green eyes for stars
She had been loved by them all always
But she didn't care for just one
Letting them pass on, just pass her by
Her only lover, was a silver gun
As the bells rung she ran away
without a word to say
She strung ruby red
Across her neck
like she had meant it to be
That was Jane problem you see
No one cares for me
she cried it again and again
The truth is, no one really did.
 

But of course
no one will get this message...
it's too late to care
because we're filled with greed
 
Luna
Some are so tempted by the blood red moon
To steal her magic and spiritual might
They darken themselves with a lustful swoon
Fairing their hearts the illustrious fight
To conquer her mystery is a feat
That often turns lovers to war and greed
As righteous ministers further this plight
To say the dark creates evil indeed
With my hope fluttering on spellbound stars
I watch from afar in a reverie
As Luna smiles throughout all of our wars
And only the truly gifted can see
Though magic is used for many a gift
There is also the power of the truth
And when the world's powers begin to shift
Who is there to guard our eternal youth?
The secret of the moon is in her smile
The joyful face of a woman in love
So joyous of all that's free from beguile
Perpetual magic ruled from above
 
Tree of Light

I have noticed that whenever I pray,
People get better and heal from disease,
So I shall fold my hands while on my knees,
To clear my head without further delay.
I ask guidance from the Lord come what may,
"Will someone send me a messenger, please?"
Still the winds are turning upon the trees,
Those whisperings are all he can convey.
I shall not falter for before this light,
In heaven's mysterious secrecy,
The truths glisten in a magical rite,
Where thoughts create the mind, soul, and body.
Let the hymns of our ancestors ignite,
So that we can rise as life from the tree.
 
God’s Glory
You
are the
morning sun
rising from life
after life again
the peace and quiet of
an afternoon breeze and shared
laughs in these beautiful lives
I know you deserve all the Glory
you share with everyone gladly
when people are in need, you will lend hands
you don't feed the evils of mankind
you see everything, know all
and you know our hopes so well
you shed light on the dark
for our sufferings
You cry the rain
You see us
and you
reign
Who
would cast
you aside?
with bitterness
for pains they endured
you won't settle for less
Than the grace to all which you
blessed, the light is there, the light will
always be here throughout our struggles
Even when these clouds of despair hide you
The stars still shine beyond all that we see
A bright shining place full of wonder
and miracles, divinity
 
You are the morning sunrise
you are the calming hand
The summer's rainbow
A child wishing
With my God
I am
Free
 

 
 
The Ocean Girl

An Ocean girl
not a Virginia girl
now drenched in midnight
who has slept by the fire-light
and who would wake up always
looking for the sunshine
I'll catch the stars
with my fishing rod
I am an ocean kind of girl
I see this world in sea green
in deep torrents
of perpetual blues
Although I've been planted firmly
at the edge of your bed
I'm moving to Carolina
to let my body be
the waters amidst shells
strip my seal skin
and swim in the deep
find myself an
Ocean boy.
 
The Watchers

On this path you now tread
Be careful of the onyx bred
The cruel pulp of ashes spread
From the revenant kindred
the cacophony of hosts
minds that gangle through
An angel’s orb of honors
giggle gaggle giggle
Hide my spell
Do it with grace
Let it move
in fleetly ways
In the dark hours
Winsome little fae
Marvel at our vital life-blood
It causes such a wraith
The claw that holds the heart
From re-animated pasts
A spirit only wanting
To calm you down at last
Invisible walls hold us
We are vacant fires
We sparkle, we burn
In an attic full of leaves
Autumn’s sweet asylum
 
In the copses and trees
What a cold malign
Boxed up and forsaken
Pungent decomposition
Paths that intertwine
In a timorous design
Beauty’s breath only
A flake of light
Bright with a spark
Of a pallid life
Full of imagination
Nocturnal shrills of sirens
It’s the crux of our condition
To seek a soul’s predations
Storms of rain
Of melancholy snow
Winter twilight smiles
This lurid smile
The walls creaking
With loquacious conversation
To the bed and the window
And the sublime moon
A maestro of lullabies
Feeding sleep into our bones
Delicate light spills into a
Darksome night of stars
Dread my sepulchral scars
Dread their empty stares
Of blighted seduction
Follow these instructions
 

Circle around the Sun

Her lover is turned into one
who has seen the most intangible
in waves of bright red ribbons
that are spiraling into heaven;
it has been mistaken
by the folks in their carousals
as the most beautiful halo:
a circle around the sun.
She was once taken captive
by the moon you see
and suspended by the stars
in perfect symmetry;
Love could not have her for
this circle that was spun
and had forever sent Him
circling around the sun.
Their laughter applauds the madness
of the man with burnt wings
for he mourned his soul's flame
those revelations of becoming.
Yet he wonders how it took so long
his heart beating upon the sky
as each morning she wonders too
why am I not also the one who
is circling around the Sun?
She wants to know herself
can't give her love to anyone else
 
his sight is strained; and he sees
her eyes no longer seem to believe.
He speaks her name before she’s gone
he loves her though she’s no longer one
and then she circles around the sun
in the most peculiar splendor.
To be a Fairy
Mother, have you heard of the Elves,
Who guard themselves in hidden realms?
Oh what a gift it would be,
To be one of the fairies!
Brother, have you heard of the silly Sprites
And foreign wars waged with winged knights
Who journey far and like Fossegrim
Become laughter and bubbling light?
Sister, have you heard of the ageless Sylph
Immortal souls worth more than wealth
Showering the earth with feathered wings
And did you, sister, ever hear one sing?
Mother, have you heard of the earth Elves
Guarding secrets in their forest realms?
"Oh what a gift it would be
To be one of the fairies!"
Brother, have you heard of the Genie
 

Or maybe you've heard of Leprechauns?
Little Irish shoemakers dressed in green
No one knows what treasures they're hiding!
Sister, have you heard of the Dryads
Tree nymphs that rarely one perceives?
They're bound to their trees eternally
And love to disguise themselves in leaves!
Father, have you heard of the gnomes
They live mainly underground,
Ruled by Gob on his crystal throne?
They'll care for almost anything.
Although the world of the Fey may seem to be
A little small, a little unseen
No fairy will escape your eye
If you clap three times and really try!
"Oh what a gift it is to be
A fairy, a fairy!
Oh what a gift it is to be
To be one of the fairies!"
 

 

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