Hope is wanting
When your chances are slim.
Faith is believing
When you don't know the facts.
Courage is the ability
To stand for your beliefs.
Freedom is dropping the walls
That keep you from being yourself.
Trust is letting someone enter
That place where you are.
Honor is keeping
A trust given.
Kindness is caring
When you don't have to.
Beauty is seeing
The good for what it's worth.
Friendship is accepting another
Despite her faults.
But Love...
Love is allowing yourself
To be loved.
Love is all of these
And more.
So, is not love
The best of all?
I am reminded of oceans when I think of her.
The oceans that separate us...
The depths of the emotion that I feel for her...
The very waters of the love that wells up within me,
When she comes to my mind.
I am in love, sinking in love,
Treading only out of habit.
I await the moment when I simply give in,
Surrender, and let myself drown,
So that I may rise again to the surface a new man.
Living only on our love.
I want to cry, cry away the pain of my yesterdays,
Rivers of the anguish of my past, going out to sea.
I want to cleanse myself of the stains upon my soul,
So that I may be pure for her,
And fill my heart with the joy that she brings.
I am in love, sinking in love,
Treading only out of habit.
I await the moment when I simply give in,
Surrender, and let myself drown,
Praying that I rise to the surface a new man.
Living only on our love.
I am a dying man in a desert,
Walking twice forty days and forty nights,
No rest in sight for my wicked soul.
I am parched, no rains to quench my thirst,
My father, the storm, has forgotten me.
She is the oasis I've long sought amidst countless mirages.
I am in love, sinking in love,
Treading only out of habit.
I await the moment when I simply give in,
Surrender, and let myself drown,
And I shall rise to the surface a renewed man,
Living on our love.
Adeptness of ineptitude's the order of the day.
A cavalcade of idiots have all began to play.
Look at all those morons, capering on the grass.
And there! the tall buffoon--he's just fallen on his ass!
A mass of ignoramuses are dancing in the street
No fear of passing cars which may mutilate their feet.
And then there's all the dummies, singing in the rain.
If lightning were to strike, they'd never sing again.
Oh no! is that my landlady? Oh no! is that my boss?!
How could the world of sanity suffer such a loss?
Does Chaos reign supreme? Has madness struck the Earth?
Is this some strange affliction that's followed them from birth?
Yet before you speak too harshly of the people that we see,
Look again, you'll find the biggest fools. They're you and me.
I am gone!
Gone am I.
You have caught me on the fly.
But do not worry, do not cry--
I will return, that is no lie.
Do not worry, do not fear
Do not shed a single tear,
For soon, so soon, shall I be here.
With the speed of the speediest Jiggerack,
On the telephone, I'll call you back,
With a smile, a grin, all clickity-clack.
About a greenish reddish sock.
On the telephone p'rhaps we'll talk,
That is, of course, if you don't balk.
So speak you now, after the tone,
Into the mouthpiece of your phone,
I'll call you back when I get home,
I'll call you back when I get home.
She looked so beautiful,
It was almost criminal.
Red silk accentuated
Her every curve
In a way that left nothing
To the imagination,
Of even the dullest of minds.
It was amazing.
Simply amazing.
Her hair cascaded
In a sultry waterfall
About her bare shoulders,
Dragging an impulse of desire
From all who saw her,
Even from those men
Who preferred their own company.
And her scent?
Let's not speak of her scent.
Hothouse flowers in forever bloom
Shame in comparison.
She rustled when she walked,
Glided across the barroom floor,
To stand before my table,
Then sit down,
Next to some guy named Bob.
Stroking your cheek, gazing into your eyes,
Leaning forward, touching my lips to yours,
Noting the tenderness, warmth, and love
In that moment before your eyelids flutter shut.
My heart warms at the sight.
Cant wait until youre here.
My arms wrapped around you in moonlight,
Lights like stars laid out before us,
The wind rustles your hair,
Carrying your perfume to tickle my nostrils,
And send a shiver down my spine.
Cant wait until youre here.
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With hesitations faltering, the mannequin awakes.
With dreams of never passing, a little life escapes.
With all the doors we've opened, a light breeze fills the room.
With that nervous quandary felt, we all predict our doom.
The future is not hidden well, the rain sets in the ground.
And in our ever searching, fascination do we hound.
Yet honor is with honors done, a billion miles away.
And all I can look forward to, is the dawning of the day.
So find me here, within myself, my eyes do hold the key
And with that golden passport gained, seek out the man that's me.
Waiting here I'll always be, preparing for your touch.
And hoping that the sense of it will never be too much.
Time . . .
Weighing down.
Is it there
To oppress?
To depress?
Or to please?
To be taken,
Molded into our image?
Channeled into our needs?
Like Atlas, is the burden
To be shrugged away?
Or like Prometheus,
Is it there to be accepted,
Until one day
We rise above it?
She looked so beautiful,
It was almost criminal.
Red silk accentuated
Her every curve
In a way that left nothing
To the imagination,
Of even the dullest of minds.
It was amazing.
Simply amazing.
Her hair cascaded
In a sultry waterfall
About her bare shoulders,
Dragging an impulse of desire
From all who saw her,
Even from those men
Who preferred their own company.
And her scent?
Let's not speak of her scent.
Hothouse flowers in forever bloom
Shame in comparison.
She rustled when she walked,
Glided across the barroom floor,
To stand before my table,
Then sit down,
Next to some guy named Bob.
It's my birthday, today.
A creature almost fey
Riding on the shoulders
Of the flowery month of May,
I ask, alone,
Where the time has gone.
The year raced by at a fevered pitch.
It hasn't seemed so long
Since my last birthday
Knocked upon my door,
As if to say,
"Come dance with me once more
And revel in the falling rain
Or the warming rays of sunlight,
As a child of spring."
It's my birthday, today.
My loved ones gathered 'round me.
In each of their faces
I can see
Days gone, and days before.
A woman, who is good and kind,
My mother,
Whose face is lined
With the beauty of a life lived fully.
In my daughters and my son--
Their very precious prescence a cherished miracle--
I see the exuberance and fun
That I remember from my younger days,
That I enjoyed myself only yesterday,
As a child of spring.
It's my birthday, today.
Some woud say a year older,
Yet only yesterday, I was a year younger.
In that moment's passing, I just became bolder,
And age has become meaningless to me.
Simply another milestone
To mark my passage, on the journey I began
When I came from the womb.
Sipping at the nectar, feeding on the ambrosia,
I take that road with pride,
With my traveling companion,
The man walking at my side,
There to lighten my path
As I brighten his,
As a child of spring.
Time . . .
Weighing down.
Is it there
To oppress?
To depress?
Or to please?
To be taken,
Molded into our image?
Channeled into our needs?
Like Atlas, is the burden
To be shrugged away?
Or like Prometheus,
Is it there to be accepted,
Until one day
We rise above it?
Tears roll down the Jester's face,
Scintillating kaliedoscopically
As the finest cut diamond.
They are neither seen nor felt.
A smile crosses the Jester's lips
Inspired by the darkest humor,
Frozen by the tundra winds that blow
From the arctic depths of the soul.
Laughter bursts from the Jester's throat
Howling and gibbering with the mad fervor
Of one locked away from this world,
Into a world built on excrement.
The Jester wears a breechcoat, with diamonds
That gloom in despair, some stained
With the drying blood of a dove's heart,
The others, charred in the shadow of the raven's eye.
The Jester wears a foolscap, with bells
Shaped as shiny silver squinting skulls
That tinkle in the air as the breaking glass
Of the assassin at midnight.
The Jester wears a belt, with a bag
Filled with collected souls, some screaming in terror,
Stretching at the seams
In a vain attempt to avoid the foretold doom.
Tears roll down the Jester's face,
As hollow laughter escapes that rictus grin.
The Jester knows only the screeching agony
In fulfilling the grimmest of duties.
Without a word of soft goodbye, she slowly walks away.
I crave her pleasant company upon some future day.
When skies of blue and suns of gold will herald things to come,
And love is love again with love, and truth is never done.
The reigning of the shadows hold until that day has dawned.
When no heart feels hurt once more, and no one has been wronged.
The birds will sing with pleasant cries, and wolves bay at the moon.
And in my soul I hope that day will dawn upon us soon.
Until that day I wander lost, and barren in my soul,
Paying off the debt I've earned with some familiar toll.
Searching for the laughter that rang oft within my ears,
I drive myself through darkness, softly blinking 'way my tears.
Knowing that, from deep within, I should be seeking light.
I continue down that twisted road into the hardest night.
For that which doesn't kill me makes me even stronger still,
And if I hope to live again, I must endure the chill
That fills the lonely prison cell that I did choose to make
Knowing that in time to come, that cell I'll also break.
So if I seem a distant man, then fear not that it's you,
For part of me is locked away from bright and lovely hue.
And like the walls of Jericho, the walls I've built will fall.
And there I'll stand before you, bright and handsome, strong and tall.
Until then I shall walk the earth, in search of truth and lore,
A gentle laugh, a tender touch that will unlock the door,
That leads into that lonely part that makes my prison keep,
To free me from the shadows of the darkness, hidden deep.
She sees the sun
Crossing over the border
Of night into day,
Through the mahogany
Of the cupboard
Her grand-mother had loved.
She is named Lady,
As she is.
For her, the finest gowns,
Woven of the thread
Spun from the summer clouds
In the blue of the sky.
Her eyes sing with joy,
Over a smile that laughs
With the brilliance of God,
Showing the love
That is found
In a world touched by sorrow.
He watched the sun
Slide down behind the mountains,
Leaving the day for the night,
Through the turqoise
Of the ring,
His grand-father could not wear.
His name is Warrior,
As he is.
For him, the strongest armor
Chained in the steel
Forged from the thunderclouds
In the white of the lightning.
His eyes cry in sorrow,
Over a smile that laughs
With the brilliance of God,
Hiding the pain
That is kept
From a world made of joy.
I raise my face to the moon,
To feel her light wash over me.
I crave her, as she floats
So pure, so brightly
Above me.
I can feel her tender touch,
Brushing lightly upon my skin,
Sending messages of desire
To my loins.
She comes down,
Her hair floating wildly about her face,
So beautiful, so calm,
As she lands before me.
She smiles, but she often smiles,
In a way that is both beguiling
And innocent.
I take her into my arms,
Kiss her passionately,
My tongue seeking hers.
She moans, and I am lost.
I lift her, carry her,
(For she is weightless in my arms)
To the sacred grove,
Where I will love her,
Where I will awaken
The next morning,
With the sun beaming down upon me,
Spreading light over my naked form,
As I remember the dream of the night,
And look forward to the moon,
Coming to me again.
Theres evil in my pocket, son,
Its evil, dont forget.
It makes the world go round,
And it makes the women wet.
Its green stuff, evil is,
Like the leaves on the trees.
And it goes through your hands
Almost like a summer breeze.
A marvelous thing, evil is,
But only when you give.
To hoard it is to die.
Reversed it is to live.
So next time you find evil
Just a-lyin there on the ground--
Spend it on a loved one.
Spread the evil round.
Shadows stealing silently across the sundered sky.
Crackling lightning dancing deep, a beacon upon high.
I once was found, but now I'm lost; in blindness do I see.
For Finder once, and Finder now, forever Finder me.
Seeking songs of sunlight, as a dark wind blows before
My silver tongue, white lightning sword, my eyes that show the Door,
And Graces born of kindness, though amazing that may seem,
That ease the pain and light the path I walk within this dream.
My ship sailing through darkness, the moonlight guides my way
From sirens singing lullabies to drown me in their bay
Stalking fiends of nightmare birth, the moonlight is the key
To free my soul from torment found upon this Hellish sea.
I hope once more to walk within the heavens of my birth
I hope once more to walk upon the surface of the Earth
I hope once more to taste the love that I did taste, before.
I hope once more to find the Finder found, and lost no more.
Her love, like coals--
Embers--
Glowing from the blackness of her soul.
I am captured within that void.
Be it higher virtue
Or beastly drive,
I am the moth, drawn to the flame
That is a beacon
Through the darkness.
He thought of the crayons
He had kept as a child
The dark burnt sierra, the bright yellow-green
The warming rose pink next to deep crimson red,
The light of the tan, the comfort of brown
And the flesh
Oh yes, and the flesh.
He thought of the finger-paints
Which he loved to use
Sticky and messy, carefree and fun
Sliding and gliding, caressing the paper,
The feel of the canvas just under his fingers
Creating joy in his art
As joy too, was created in him.
He thought of the watercolors
So thick and opaque
To which he gave water, to which he gave love
With the tip of his brush gently stroking the surface
To chase away the darkness; to bring back the brightness
Illuminating the soul
Within the painting.
He thought of the clay
It's rich, earthy smell
So supple and soft, so solid and still
That he kneaded so kindly, so tenderly within his palms
Forming and shaping, to the kiln to be taken
To be remade whole
In the fires of the heart.
It could have been Heaven--
That stolen moment,
Snatched from the vaults
Of Chronos,
Offered such intractable bliss.
Someone,
Memory does not serve just who,
Said something wrong--
Words that were as sharp
As Hephaestus' blades,
Cutting into the heart and the soul,
Leaving only sweet agony.
Now it seems like
It could have been Heaven.
It was, instead,
A finger of Hell.
Please, with the prayers
Of the repentant,
Of the remorseful,
Of the dying,
Let that moment
Be stolen once more
From the vaults of Time,
So that all can be healed,
And that Heaven
Can be found.
When the dew has risen, and the morning holds it's sway,
Rainbowed fields of flowers will seek out the light of day.
As dawn's soft light caresses them they glow with sweet perfume.
For they seek to make an earthly match to the Heaven-Sent of You.
Angelic voices heralded the coming of the world.
And yet within that golden choir,sharp silence could be heard.
When mankind was created, twas our destiny, we knew,
To give life to the angels song thats the Heaven-Sent of You.
There's magic in the universe, it shows in many things
Its hidden in a scoundrels verse, shown bold by cooks and kings.
Knights of yore have ridden out in search of grails true.
They'd find their chalice of powr, in the Heaven-Sent of You.
The fabled beauty, Helen, launched, from Troy, a thousand ships.
She had raven hair, sapphire eyes, and rosebud lips.
She was the soul of beauty. All the gods swore this as sooth.
Yet she was a pale reflection of the Heaven-Sent of You.
A purr. It's a deep husky purr, that's aroused from that throat
gold and pure.
Like soft silk caressing crushed velvet, giving strength to those
motions so sure.
She stands silhouetted in firelight. Tongues of flame gently lick
at the stone.
In the cold of the darkness, her eyes glow, burning with a fire
of their own.
She takes a step closer. My heart skips a beat in its languorous,
rhythmic song.
A slow moment finds her at bedside. With a shrug, her robe falls
to the ground.
I sing of the body Electra, autumn hair highlights her fair face.
In the heavens which bow down before her, the angels all envy
her grace.
She sobs in my arms, mem'ries flooding, all the while
running hands through my hair.
As I brush away all her warm teardrops, I promise to always be
there.
She nestles her head 'gainst my shoulder. I pull her close ever
so tight.
Warding ourselves 'gainst the darkness, we hold on until morning's
first light.
The sunlight explodes through the window, like a lover forsaken
for night.
I kiss her sweet neck as the dawn comes. She bathes in its silvery
light.
I sing of the spirit Electra, an inferno that warms more than
burn.
Strong fires can give life to dark shadows, but bright love brings
more love in return.
She's not mine to keep, and I know it. To do so would be a great
sin.
But I'll hold her as long as I've got her, for my heart's hers
and always has been.
I wake to a room shroud in darkness. The dawn still long hours
away.
My back hurts. I've napped at my desktop, while trav'ling the
dream-keeper's way.
I move toward the bed, still quite tired. A sweet scent swims
through the cool air.
My mind may ha' been dreaming of her; my heart knows her soul ha' been there.
I sing of the essence Electra, love to bind, yet still love to free.
In her fast moving river of brightness, flows some of the river of me.
Ive fallen,
Oh, my father,
And I hurt.
I was not aware, so warm and inviting,
That the green of the grass, the brown of the dirt,
Could be so cold, so hard.
The clouds I remember, once below me,
So white and fluffy, plains of mist
I now see
As dark and foreboding,
Opressively haunting.
As I lay here in broken form,
The sky, once my home, now daunting,
Distant above me, I wonder,
Will I fly again?
Ive fallen
From a place
As vast as it was high.
My many wounds have healed,
By and by,
Yet just my body,
Not my heart.
The ground blisters my feet
In her selfish desire to keep me apart
From my father, my home.
Birds sing, taunting me, as they take flight
Into the sky,
Back up, into the light.
They run from me before I chance to ask them,
Will I fly again?
Ive fallen
And I cant get up
From this earthly prison
I find myself in.
Was pride the reason
For my punishment?
I laughed and soared
Above those earthbound ants,
Until I grew bored
Thinking that I could fly higher
Than the clouds, than the sun
(Who knew beauty that bright could burn so?)
But in jest only. In fun.
Dropping me down into the midst of those whom I mocked, asking
Will I fly again?
Ive fallen,
Oh, my father,
And Ive learned.
I was a fool,
And I was burned.
I laughed at those without my fortune,
To find what fortune I had, taken away.
I look up into the night sky,
The stars so far away,
Once my friends, my guides,
Now my judges, my jury,
Stripping me of my wings
In a blazing fury.
Yet with a bitter cold compassion, they let me live so that I may wonder,
Will I fly again?
He did not know why he did what he did.
He supposed that he chose each plan of action
For a reason, but for the life of him, he couldn't
Decipher just what that reason was.
When he sat alone in his apartment,
Or even those moments when he was surrounded
By friends, and he had gone inside, to that place,
His way seemed clear. Perhaps it was fear
That drove his hand and his tongue and his lips.
It certainly seemed that that was the case.
But why was it that when he tried to overcome the fear,
That had overwhelmed his reason for so long,
That he found he had been a greater fool?
And why did his internal cogs and sprockets,
His gears and whatnot, seem to grind in inactivity,
Screeching and screaming, leaving behind
Only the smoking horror of devastation?
Perhaps there was no reason and no rhyme to him.
Perhaps his method was madness.
Yet he knew that down inside of him,
Far beyond the lowest depths of even that place,
There was a man, or maybe a Man,
That pulled the strings, that made the plans,
That knew, knew what it was that was going on.
Where he was heading. What he was doing.
That was the only explanation, for there were those moments,
When the voice of that inner Man would bubble
To the surface, whispering, chuckling, chiding,
Letting him know that it was all right.
Telling him that he was doing well,
That the mistakes had to be made,
That the lessons had to be learned,
So that someday,
Perhaps soon, perhaps later, but someday,
They would once again be one.
Its just a thought.
Joyful tears of thunder softly whisper clouds above.
Silhouetted dancers grace a tender sigh of love.
Leaves of never winter sail from whence the Autumn Shore
With words of almost spoken filled with greetings, truth, and lore.
Raven feathered magistrates speak justice from the sky
Coal black eyes of seeking finding sooth inside a lie.
Wisdom laden dreamers, both, they always seek to gain
The elemental lifespring that flows softly after rain.
Just as there's never winter, there shall never be a spring.
Thought and memory take flight on wind and outstretched wing.
So wolves of ever hunting lay once more at master's side,
The flames of their desire finally sputtered, sparked and died.
Day's light dims into the night, night's dark brightens to day.
In dawn and dusk, hours of twilight, strong passions have their way.
Flame shoots up from unlit coals, as life springs from Death's keep.
Broken women, remade whole, strong men, break down and weep.
Talons of the once bright bird, jut up from feathered ash.
They spring to life with ne'er a word, the sky they claw and slash.
The form that's formed upon the ground, into the air takes flight.
Eyes in ecstasy are drowned, then clear with sudden sight.
Corkscrewed lives of shadowed past, do sally forth to dance.
Times of happiness that last, then pass without a glance.
The mantis prays to wake the dead, then runs from those who long,
Nigh dead fires are slowly fed, thus feeding bright heartsong.
And so the night follows the day, as day chases the night.
This circle of life shall e'er hold sway, for it is good and right.
For in the spinning of the earth, all lessons will be learned
Thus to the heavens of our birth, our souls shall be returned.
At the base of the world,
Coiled like a snake,
Lays a dragon.
Heat rises off of its scales
In rippling light-bending waves,
As steam fills the air,
With each mighty exhalation.
The dragon is at rest,
Having sated its incredible hunger
After more than a year long sleep.
Still, it hungers for more,
As it will always crave flesh
To fill its ravening maw.
Beware!
The dragon has caught your scent.
It has seen your face.
It has watched your sinuous movements.
The dragon wants to taste you,
To feel your warmth,
To drown in your juices,
To take its fill of you,
Before it slumbers again.
Lady, lovely ladybug,
What is the joy that's you?
Your shell forged from the sunlight
To be cooled in morning dew.
The snowdrifts all have melted
As the chill winds blow away.
For you, my lovely ladybug,
Sing, "Spring is on it's way!"
Lady, oh sweet ladybug,
Can you not hear the cries?
The aphids have been feasting
And the daisy slowly dies.
The roses may be sweeter,
Blushing blooms of hue so bright,
But you, my dear sweet ladybug,
Look best on petals white.
Lady, precious ladybug,
Perhaps one final word?
When resting on the leaf tops,
Just beware the flying bird.
Or if the spider on her web,
Does bind you to your fate,
Know you, my precious ladybug,
It's done with love, not hate.
The secret to living, a wise man once said,
I simply to live and to stop living dead.
Greet each little problem with a chuckle or a grin,
And perhaps that problem wont trouble you again.
We smile when were happy, yet its easier to frown.
So why is it more fun to be happy than be down.
The world has many problems, that wont be solved today.
And with a cheered demeanor, you can keep the blues at bay.
If misery loves company, does company love misery
Or a friend, a grin, a cheerful song that makes lifes symphony?
So when your life is getting you down, or when your nerves are frayed--
Make that life you want to have, and then your life is made.
A lightning bolt struck me today, born from a clear blue sky.
A lightning bolt struck me today, I do not know quite why.
A lightning bolt struck me today, and I did rock and reel.
A lightning bolt struck me today, it hit me where I feel.
A shadow fell across the sun, the moon blocked out his light.
A shadow fell across the sun, creating instant night.
A shadow fell across the sun, when will the days be back?
A shadow fell across the sun, it turned the sky ash black.
Winter followed springtime, the summer never came.
Winter followed springtime, Im losing at this game.
Winter followed springtime, my heart is cold with fear.
Winter followed springtime, where do I go from here?
Memories of days gone by, no ease the confused mind.
Memories of days gone by, can truth be mine to find?
Memories of days gone by, beckons the place within.
Memories of days gone by, shall I be whole again?
Ephemeral mornings passing like the dawn that fills the sky.
A tender touch, a gentle smile, and beauty meets my eye.
Accustomed once to loneliness, now loveliness I seek
As you lay there in splendid form beneath a crumpled sheet.
The autumn wind blows from the west, to reach the eastern sea.
And from the east does rise the moon, her song so soft and free.
There is a point where east meets west, where twain do share a kiss,
And in that point of time and space, true lovers find their bliss.
In you, my sweet, I've found the love that I have ever sought.
It's in your crafted web of love, I find my heart is caught.
I think of this, smile deep inside, and know this is Her will.
I roll to you, still smiling, as I pull you closer still.
Love not lost, just forgotten,
Love not found, just remembered
Love of truth, never failing
Love of life, never ending
Love with heart, given fully
Love with soul, given truly
Love for me, taken wholly
Love for you, taken gently
Love from you, spoken sweetly
Love from me, spoken softly
Love untried, nothing ventured
Love unkept, nothing conquered
The moon is full.
Her silver light is my guide,
As the fire burns within my veins
From my loins to my heart.
I feel the animal throwing itself
Against the iron cage where
I locked it away so long ago,
Bursting to destroy its binds
So that it may explode
Into existance.
I can feel it, inside,
Howling, growling
In its desire to run
With the moon.
In its desire to scent out flesh,
To hunt it down, to taste,
To let the juices flow down its throat.
I feel every synapse, every nerve
Tingling with the ache to be the animal
And to let the human
Fall to the wayside.
I let go, and enter a place of bliss,
Where only the animal is allowed,
As I become the animal.
And I run, and I hunt, and I taste
For after all,
The moon is full.
Daughter of earth
Son of sky
The moon
And the shadow
Forever together
Bound to one another
As son of earth
And daughter of sky
The moon
And the shadow
Become one
Speak you not of love!
Your adolescent dreams
Filled with faery-tale themes,
Of princes, charming and bold.
Where princesses never grow old.
And happily ever after
Are the lives light with laughter.
The Grimms, they were pulling your leg--
Its all just a giant goose egg.
Albeit, one glittring of gold.
Speak you not of love.
Bring me your poor, your weary, your downtrodden,
So that I may crush them under my heel.
I will weaken their bodies in the blazing sun.
I will sap their hard-earned pennies
With promises of sexual promiscuity and flowing rivers of booze.
With promises of unlimited wealth, free for the taking.
I will eat their minds with ever-expanding spectacles
Of prestidigious peril, musical mayhem, and lightshow lunacy,
Colliding in a cacophonous kaleidoscope of calamity.
I will leave them hollow shells of humanity,
Drooling and gibbering through a haze of madness.
Fueled by the bottle, by the chip, or by the pipe.
Or best of all, just some pieces of a human mind,
Shining bright through eyes gone feral.
I will wash them in a pool of sweat,
Dress them in dirty rags,
Feed them on broken dreams and old sorrows,
While whispering words of nothing into their ears.
Then I will send them out among you,
With a grin on each face, with a gleam in each eye,
To mumble and swear at you.
You may pity them, you may laugh at them,
Or better yet, run from them in terror.
It makes no difference to me,
For I am the Show, everlasting,
With thousands called everyday
By my sacchrin sweet siren's song.
They come in droves,
Enchanted by the bait that I so cunningly laid out for them.
Some, the quick ones, will snatch the bait,
And run home safe.
The rest will fall prey to their desires, falling deftly into my trap.
Then I will take them, mold them, twist them, shape them,
Until they are bleak shadows of their former selves.
And then, only then, will I breath life back into them,
Thus making them my children.
An angel, she floats,
Her silken wings stretch down
To flutter with the breeze.
Dancing within a kaleidoscope of light,
She is flanked by a spirit, a raven, a dream.
Below her, a beast of many eyes
Devours her movements
Cast off with such wondrous abandon,
Bringing warmth to the winter night.
Raise those unknown from their graves, from that long and restless sleep.
Freedom's cry has called those slaves, and hollowed eyes do weep.
Time has just released His chain upon each poor lost soul.
Risk was never lost in vain, risk makes people whole.
Fear fears none, not even Death. More than a handful's lost.
Still there are those who crave the Breath and will pay any cost.
Hear the violins take flight. Hear trumpets sound in cheer.
Laughter fills the starless night. Feel the joy brush near.
The song has not yet e'en begun, the merry glasses clink.
Let them have their spectral fun. Let them spirits drink.
Though the night's with gaiety rife, the metronome will start
The gala promenade of life, in which the dead take part.
There! it starts, the Piper plays, strikes up his merry band.
Keep in mind that each one pays, as each takes each in hand.
Dance you all, skip, prance and jig, cavort the night away.
Be carefree, don't give a fig for the coming of the day.
For truth, in truth, is in the eye, and beauty's in the soul
Music can give wings to fly. Magic, life to grow.
And if the song does end to soon, dance to your own sweet chorus.
Reach out and give your love the moon, gift wrap for her a forest.
For some life may come often round, with no more than a glance.
In death, their dark regrets are found. They never took a chance.
In dreams, perhaps a sorry few can gain life's exultation.
In dreams, perhaps, it may be true, but is that supplication?
The moon went away
One April night.
Her brilliant glow
Shining bright
Over a snowy desert plain,
Not a week before.
Blue night's shadow
Swept through the door
That opened into the realm
Of his heart,
Stealing the light and the laughter
That set him apart
From those who would
Shade him in the grey
Of their world.
The moon went away.
On her precious moonshine
He would drink no more.
While sipping crimson wine,
Drunken spirits
Laughed at him,
So raw his soul!
Chided him,
So open his heart!
With cruel intent
Those demons stole
That which made him an innocent,
That which kept him pure,
That which steered him clear
Of their world.
The moon went away,
Her spritely form,
So light, so fay,
So many nights had kept him warm
In a frostbitten forest,
With her moonbeam touch
Gliding across his skin.
Sometimes it was too much--
Electric--
Like lightning
From a thundering summer storm
Almost frightening
In its intensity
Which carried him away, out
Of their world.
The moon went away,
Her face eclipsed by the shadow
Of her joy enshrouded
By crimson sorrow.
The darkness forcing
Away the purist light
That drew and was his soul.
Until the September night,
When the darkness
That hid her face
From sight,
Passed into space,
Reminding him there remained truth
In what they could make
Of their world.
Her voice pours out of the darkness from sheets made of satin,
Rich and golden, with a slow sweetness he can taste in his mouth.
He can feel her fingers running up his chest, as the hairs rustle,
Stopping at his nipples, which rise to life with tingling excitement.
Like her voice, her breath is soft and warm, so close to his ear.
There is a stirring in his loins. He whispers words, soft words
That carry no meaning, with dulcet tones and empty promises.
She sighs as she hears him speak. He wants her to want him
As he wants her. He wants to taste her, to smell her, to touch her,
To see her. Her voice graces his tongue like peppermint candy.
He breathes deep her musky tones. His skin glows like an oven
Above him, beneath him, beside him, below him, before him,
Where ever she may be at any given moment in time, doing
Whatever it is that she may be doing. His tongue flicks at shadows.
Her hand warmly embraces his length. Her sighs become moans,
Soft and muted, as she devours him. He probes deep within,
Her moans rushing from her mouth as she demands him,
Wants him, craves him. She begs him, pleads with him, orders him
To fulfill her. He smiles in the darkness, his every wish to please her.
She screams a muffled scream as he enters her, her bottom lip held
Between her teeth. He gasps sharply. Her liquid warmth surrounds him.
Slowly, ever so slowly, they begin their dance, the beat of two hearts
Providing a rhythm unique to them, to the moment, to their desire.
Slowly, ever so slowly, their hearts beat faster, as they move faster,
Hips undulating, sweat mingling, slick skin sliding. He gasps with pleasure.
She moans in anticipation. Faster and faster, they move against each other
With each other. Faster and faster, do they dance, faster and faster,
As the song quickens the tempo. Deeper, he cries. Harder, she moans.
Groaning with pleasure, they move faster until they can take no more.
With a burst of most exquisite light, they explode together,
Joining their ecstasy as one. They fall apart, separately,
In their sweat soaked beds, as they make their way back into the world.
One of them laughs in joy, the other just smiles widely into the night.
With tremors sweeping through their bodies, they whisper goodnight,
Hang up the phone, then roll over to fall into a deep, satisfied sleep.
I didn't mean to wake her,
When she popped up out of bed,
Her pink panties showing.
I merely meant to cover her,
To warm her, to keep her safe from the elements.
Pink panties showing.
She raced to the bathroom
Pulling on her pyjama bottoms.
Then she slid under the covers
That I'd pulled down for her,
And she promptly fell asleep.
Ice gripped his heart within a fist as hard as stone.
He would suffer for that which he had made as a gift.
The sky above him, so cold and unforgiving,
Casting a baleful eye down upon him.
Never before had the sun frozen him so,
Leaving icicles on his eyebrows,
Dragging out a cloud of mist in every exhaled breath.
Tears crystallized before they could run down his cheek,
Leaving a trail the color of a fleshy burn.
He had seen all of the angles. All of the angles.
Had only he foresaw this eventuality.
He watched as a speck of black in the sky
Took form, then shape, to become an eagle.
Or was it a vulture?
It didn't matter. To him, it looked like a raven,
The eyes of the darkest night,
Glistening, as though saddened by the duty set before it.
He pulled involuntarily from the rocks,
Stretching those adamantium cords to their fullest length,
In preparation for the anguish that lay before him.
He asked himself, was it worth it?
Knowing what he knew now, would he do it again?
Would he gladly suffer the agony
That would soon destroy him,
That had destroyed him yesterday, last week, last year?
As he grit his teeth to lock the scream in,
Although someone nearby was screaming
In a voice that sounded like his own,
He knew the answer.
Of course he would.
Traced in blue silver, she walks
Lumenescent in form. She seems to glow
From within, a deep, inner light,
Brilliant as a summer day.
Her body is draped in black velvet.
Pearls hang loosely about her neck;
In her raven wing hair, shine diamonds.
With a smile, and a wink, she brightly promises
To fulfill every nights-dreaming fantasy.
Then leaves, to return once more.
back to the top
On the road to El Dorado, cool wind upon my face.
All the earthly angels crying, think I need a saving grace.
They say I'm heading nowhere, it's from nowhere that I came.
On the road to El Dorado, and I'll never be the same.
The summer sun shines setting, silver sands shimmer with heat,
As coyotes sing a lonesome song, set to the desert beat.
The midnight moon makes her merry way across the sunlit sky,
And reminds me of my true love, whom I'll love until I die.
On the road to El Dorado, there's a wind upon my face.
On month more on the eastern shore, Lord knows I'll miss this place.
The call is coming from the west, so I'm heading to my fate.
On the road to El Dorado, and I can hardly wait.
Roadside diner, neon glow, have a cigarette and a cup of joe
Two bucks--a rip, leave a two-bit tip. I take my hat and go.
Outside, another cigarette. Stare at the stars and smoke,
And laugh with God in silence. I finally got the joke.
On the road to El Dorado, that wind's still on my face.
I'm on my way there slowly. I have no need to race.
My future's waiting for me, and somewhat too, my past.
On the road to El Dorado. I'm on the road at last.
The heavens dance in darkness, silver fire from above.
To guide the path of the traveling man, seeking truth and love.
Sunrise is one hour away, no sleep for me tonight.
But there's peace of mind before me, bathed in the sweetest light.
On the road to El Dorado, a wind blows upon my face.
All the angel's praying for me, as the devil gives me chase.
From a lifetime hiding from myself, it's to myself I roam.
On the road to El Dorado. I making my way home.
There is nothing celestial
But for her.
She is the sun in springtime.
She is the autumn moon.
She is the stars that guide
My lost and weary soul
Across the storm whipped waters,
Across the vast sea miles,
To the warm embrace of land.
She is everything to me.
You will never find the truth
But for her.
She is the answer to each lost question.
She is the light that lights the way.
She is the voice that can be heard
Behind every hidden door,
Urging me to find the key,
Urging me to step across
The threshold into knowledge.
She is everything to me.
Search not for serendipity
But for her.
She is the magic of destiny found.
She is the gift of karma paid.
She is the face that is woven,
By the spiders on the web of fate,
Shining bright with golden joy,
Shining bright with silver love,
To bring me to my kismet.
She is everything to me.
The world is turning purple in a melancholy way.
The seams of all our agonies get stronger, as they fray.
Ecstacy's a shade of green that sometimes can't be seen
Against the darker joys of life we encounter in this dream.
Passion fires red in a sexually violent hue;
Opposed, calming harmony which glows a peaceful blue.
The state in which we see feels the colors as they change.
Yet are they received within the greyness of our brains?
We fight to keep the colors out; their hues may cut the soul.
And fight to keep the colors in, so no one else may know.
Don't let the sickly yellow of fear cloud your imperfect sight.
Just let the colors flow, and let yourself shine bright.
Silicon sinner and silicon saint,
Wending their way down roads
That dont so much cross, but collide.
Seeking out pleasure and pleasuring seekers,
Jumping from point to point,
Searching, ever searching.
At the center lay an angel,
Auburn tressed and pure of form,
She sits in judgement.
For those who earn her favor,
She is kind, perhaps granting a smile,
Or a virtual kiss.
Sometimes, for both the saint and sinner alike,
She gives a glimpse of what may come,
And shows the Gates of Heaven.
For those who displease her,
For those truly deserving of her disfavor,
She offers a death worse than fate,
Sending them spiraling back, down, down,
Down the silver cord and back into the
Earthly shell that had so long been their home,
Binding them to never visit her again.
She is cruel, yet she is just.
She is rude, yet she is sweet.
She is harsh, yet she is kind.
She wears her beauty like a gown,
Elegantly, without the pretense
So often found in others,
For she is aware that beauty is but an illusion,
And that the truer beauty comes from within.
She is the judge and she is the jury,
But to the silicon sinner and the silicon saint,
She is the silicon angel.
Vernal rains will wash away the blood of midnight tears.
Sun of summer, burning bright shall chase the evening fears.
Crimson red, the autumn leaves wind dance a dance so true.
Yet nothing can compare to eyes the skies of winter blue.
When the earth has turned her back and age sets in the ground,
The golden star must recognize the independence found.
A thousand fiery Furies fly, in search of sinners true.
To bring them to the frozen lands--to skies of winter blue.
Fireflies take up their dance throughout the glam'rous night.
And bluebirds raise a chirping hymn unto the day's pure light.
Diogenesian maidens seek out a man so true
To warm them 'gainst the chilling frost of skies of winter blue.
So bring the chorus to an end, and pay the piper well.
For flaxen hair and marble skin can end a lifelong Hell.
And if there's time for one last dance, then make that last one true;
To keep the heart that's held so dear, in skies of winter blue.
With a word of never spoken, and with promises unbroken,
As the dreams of futures passed among the trees,
Craving light from place of dark, the mad one called upon the spark,
And the powers of the dust, the dew, the breeze.
Seeking solace from his pain, the mad one hoped to gain,
An awakening born from wiin the spell he cast.
Thus igniting with a start, the strong engines of his heart,
Allowing him to seek true love to end his fast.
Oercoming his dire plight, the mad one met, one moonlit night,
Dulcinea, whom he called his lady fair.
Dulcinea, with acuity, armed with mystic ambiguity,
Wove a song of light into the glamrous air.
Dulcinea had a smile, shining bright, with no guile,
And an innocence within her changing eyes.
Crowned with sultry chestnut hair, speaking with a saucy air,
Filled with secrets that burst forth with great surprise.
Dulcinea, Dulcinea, wont you please come sit with me,
For my lap is warm, and weve no place to go.
Dulcinea, Dulcinea, wont you please come lay with me,
In a lifetime built together we shall grow.
Though he found her quite delightful, he still found he was quite frightful,
For his heart inside still languished in its sleep.
But she had the poer inside her, though it also did divide her,
That could save him from the darkness hidden deep.
Boasting boldly of his madness, thus revealing his sadness,
He whispered into Dulcineas ear.
Feeling washed inside his love, which came from the heens above
She began to love him back with hope and fear.
Dulcinea was a catch, a great woman, with no match,
As her soul shone brighter than the very moon.
So itd take a special man for her to ever give her hand,
No matter how he made her feel or made her swoon.
So she wove a spell of glamour, that was made, to form her armor
To protect her from the mad ones sweet amor.
This she girdled round her hips, as a smile quirked her lips,
As she sallied forth to treat with him once more.
Dulcinea, Dulcinea, wont you please come sit with me,
For my lap is warm, and weve no place to go.
Dulcinea, Dulcinea, wont you please come lay with me,
In a lifetime built together we shall grow.
As he waited for her grace, and a smile blessed his face,
The mad one dreamt of dreams of dreams of dreams to be.
Then he fished out from the air, a subtle dream, so wondrous fair
He knew that Dulicneas heart would melt to see.
From the moon, he asked a beam, which he opened at the seam,
To add a gentle ray of sun to warm its heart.
Then, with a dash of rain, the beam he forged into a chain,
And cast a spell so that its links would never part.
Then with momentary grace, and great care upon his face,
The mad one took the dream he liked with tender care.
He put the dream in a jeweled shell, which he thought would hold it well.
And hung it from the chain to gift his lady fair.
The mad one with his treasure, did await his true loves pleasure,
On a mystic beach he found beside the sea.
With the rising of the moon, hed see his Dulcinea soon,
So he chortled and he chuckled in his glee.
Dulcinea, Dulcinea, wont you please come sit with me,
For my lap is warm, and weve no place to go.
Dulcinea, Dulcinea, wont you please come lay with me,
In a lifetime built together we shall grow.
Dulcinea, with no fear, before the mad one did appear.
Though she felt the silver snakes tongue of his charm,
Her armor was in place, so she studied then his face,
For she felt no visage could ever do her harm.
With a voice quivering of sadness, and tingling with his madness,
The mad one did his love for her declare.
She looked into his eyes, where she found, under disguise,
A simple magic beauty hidden there.
She fell sway under this power, but she had no cause to cower,
For Dulcinea kept her wits about her well.
The mad one banked up the fire, speaking softly his desire,
Causing cracks to form in Dulcineas spell.
Dulcinea, Dulcinea, wont you please come sit with me,
For my lap is warm, and weve no place to go.
Dulcinea, Dulcinea, wont you please come lay with me,
In a lifetime built together we shall grow.
Dulcinea was not disheartened, and she kindly asked his pardon,
For she wished to change the subject he had found
Then with clever misdirection, the mad one, without detection,
Seized the manner to retun to common ground.
Reaching deep inside his pocket, he pulled out that precious locket,
Which the mad one made to show the love he felt.
With this, the mad one gifted Dulcinea, whose spell was lifted,
As her opened heart did in his loving melt.
So a home they built together, that withstood all sorts of weather,
On that very beach that they had found their love.
If youve not already guessed, their sweet unity was blessed,
By the angels watching down from up above.
So, with runes of never written, and the dark within unhidden,
As the waves of futures bright crested the sea,
With light inside his soul, and sweet love to make him whole.
Dulcinea surrendered to the mad ones plea
Dulcinea, Dulcinea, wont you please come sit with me,
For my lap is warm, and weve no place to go.
Dulcinea, Dulcinea, wont you please come lay with me,
In a lifetime built together we shall grow.
Thunderclouds above me, rumble, shudder with held rain.
But I see clouds of white, cotton balls on azure plain.
Shadowed night has fallen, darkness drinks the gold of sun.
Sipping silver moonshine brings on very, merry fun.
For all beginnings end as each ending must begin
And both are both the same seen with eyes of chameleon.
Some look in, and some look out, but all look to the soul,
Seeking out, through joy and pain, the milk to make it whole.
Wishes live forever, yet strong spirits can be broke.
Laughter's healing salve is found within a simple joke
Feel the touch of rain. Sup on night's ephemeral taste.
Ne'er again shall shadow come and make your life a waste.
Silent,
I move wordlessly among you,
Feeling less and less need to talk to you,
Feeling less and less desire to hear my own voice.
I know that I still thrive upon yours.
Silent,
I've become invisible in a world of my making,
I don't want to be seen any longer,
But to watch, to wait, to learn, to listen
For that moment when the words of the Universe open up,
And I may hear the Truth that has so long eluded me.
Silent,
I move, with the stealth of a mongoose,
With the eyes of a cobra,
With the ears of a bat,
Laughing inside at how you presume to know me,
Laughing at how well I truly know you.
Silent,
You're only seeing the after-image.
I've already surpassed you and moved on.
I've already left this world for the next one.
I'm already long gone.
You only think that I'm here.
Stormclouds gather, faces grim.
Gunmetal shadows, patience thin.
Thunder numbing, sputters in vain.
West wind running, stuttering rain.
Wildcats howling, under glass.
Sharp claws shredding, lightning fast.
Deep blue screaming, white hot pain,
Sky is falling, stuttering rain.
Heart's love burning, fire's out.
Once bright smiles, filled with doubt.
Words of sorrow, offered in vain.
Eyes closed tightly, stuttering rain.
In our minor efforts
We fail.
Attempting the perfect
We do not succeed.
Some come close
Yet fall short.
She is not pleased.
However...
In truth...
Are we not mortal?
Is it not in our nature
To err?
And truly
What mortal
Achieves perfection in
The eyes of a goddess?