- Stephen W. Cote
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- Stephen W. Cote
Introduction
My Conscription To Writing
A Taste Of Paradise
The Works
Clean and Sober
part i: Intro
part ii: The Man
part iii: The Woman
part iv: The Me
part v: A Life Of Addiction
Embryo
Introduction to Embryo
part i
part ii
part iii
part iv
part v
part vi
part vii
part viii
part ix
part x
part xi
part xii
part xiii
part xiv: Afterward
The Masquerade: a lyrical opera of sorts
A Puppet's Strings
The Photographer Man
Painted Faces
Childhood's End - The Fantasy (part i)
Childhood's End - The Fantasy (part ii)
Standard Heroes
The Masquerade
The Masquerade: Boys and Girls
Nightlife By The Gaslight
The Masquerade: In Retrospect
Late In The Rain: Pornographic Water Dreams (part i)
Mystical Water Kiss: Pornographic Water Dreams (part ii)
The Mohem
Introduction
The Mohem
South of Mohem
The Mohem: Letters and Numbers
The Mohem: Angelic Embrace
A Single White Horse
For Karl and Jamie
A Single White Horse
The Awful Surrender To A Moment's Revelation
Things That Love On Wings
I Need But Nature To Humble Me
The Beast Of Loneliness Raging Raging Raging
(Or, Finding A Single White Horse)
As I Was Raised Upon The Cross
part i: From The Pool
part ii: ... and I saw that I was armored
part iii: ... through her eyes I became free
The Collections
Holding Grace
part i
part ii
part iii
The Laces
Baby Blue(part i)
The Blue Of Our Lives (part i)
The Blue Of Our Lives (part ii)
Baby Blue (part ii)
Baby Lace
Barons
The Sandstone Cemetery
part i
part ii
part iii
Predators Of The Meadow
The Sunrise
Awaken The Lion
Prey Prayers (part i)
A Tiger's Lament
Tiger Eyes (part i)
A Tiger To Her Mate
A Tiger To His Mate
Tiger Eyes (part ii, revised)
Tiger Chimes
Warden Of The Wolf
Warden Of Wolves
Prey Prayers (part ii, revised)
Afterwards
The Leaf Collection
Leather Leaf
Pine Needle
Maple Leaf
Grass Blade
Morning Free
Morning Free (part i, revised)
Morning Free (part ii)
Morning Free (part i, original)
Desert Visions
First Set
Desert Visions
Desert Visions (part ii)
Second Set
Desert Visions
part i
part ii
part iii
part iv
part v
Singles
Rib Of The Chapel
Eternal Shadows
The Bee Keeper
The Bee Keeper (revised)
The Seduction Of Words
Children's Anthem
Dreaming .. In Technicolor
Romancing Applesauce
Porcelain Savior (or Visions In My Toilet Bowl)
A Personal Note
Gothic
Whatever It Is, Pay Attention To It
Egyptian Reflection
Terminal Walk
Why I Don't Like Texas
Quality Photographs
Runaways Come Home
Passionate Visions
The Rest Of The World
Independence's Cameo Appearance
Standing Aside From Yesterday's Hero
Fiber
The Moral Fiber (adapted from Fiber)
Rapture (adapted from Fiber)
Janet Of A Thousand Storms
Alone In The Dark
Christi Hayes Has A Birthday
Empty Faces
The Ascension
The Clinical Mr. Lackamor
Red Rose Wine
Over The Rainbow
Archael
Home
For Equal Rights - Believe It, Or Not
... yonder rests eternity
Green
The Rose In The Snow
A Cafe Rose
To Be Female
Somehow Magical
The Man Outside
Naked Angels
The Nature Of Somethings
Natural Born (in memory of Debbie Simpson)
Memory
Another Memory
Wild Orchid
Wild Orchid: In Memory's Time
Prayer
Another Prayer
Queens Of Fashion
A 2 O'clock Quiet
Razor Burned Legs
The Regal Couple
The Rubber Ducky Of Life
Feel For Me, Feel For You
Streetlamp On Wicked Bridge
Janet's Swing
Wild Wolves
a reflection of a woman's age
The Loser
Natural Selection
One Day
Frady Cat
Discrimination Is One Hundred Percent Universal
The Lord Of Discipline
The Decay Of Sand
Tall Boy
Innocent Miss Magic
The Works
Clean and Sober
Part I: Intro
Sacred sorority insobriety,
Fraternal organization overdose,
Dorm room drunkards
Apartment narcotic apparel,
Narcotic abusing administration,
-drunk, high stoned
-lethargic, depressed, apathetic
-suicidal...
-the man who dreams of rape
-the woman who has to fear him
-the female who makes a man's heart ache
-the man, insecure and stupidly loyal
And we, those politically free
Away from confinement and council
We are the ones-
-who are clean and sober.
Part II: The Man
Her lips were wet and cool
And through the glass I saw her picture
Yet the one whom I kiss is here
An attention vampire
She loves me like no other
And in apathetic loneliness
I dared love her back
I did not have to say a word
Nor did I have to promise her my soul
-she already possessed it
And when I had suckled from her lips
All of the love she had to offer
I was still alone
I was still depressed
And to everyone else - for they could not see
I walked on water
I was clean and sober
Part III: The Woman
She did not know I was male
For I could spin a yarn
And in this electric ladyland
I was a very convincing electric lady
And I learned the secrets of the woman
-a man and woman are the same
-a physical difference
-But in a place where it did not matter
-through a lie I saw the truth
-we are only human individuals
-neither man nor woman
-and simply compatible with our like
Ah, she sucked on my life, an electric lesbian
For she did think I was female
-an attention vampire
And she loved a man, and a man, and a man
-and a woman and on and on
And she knew the warm comfort
Of the lover us addicts know as the blade
For it is our best friend
-it is always there to love you forever
-it is there to take away your pain
-it shall never leave you alone
-and it will always give you a way
-to leave this miserable world
I could feel her apathy and depression
For I am an addict also
Through the almond eye of this state of mind
Money, rape, PMS - they are nothing at all
When there is something in your heart
And no one to give it to
-when you are alone
And to the world who is blind to her
She is clean and sober
Part IV: The Me
In the laughing almond eye
Of an addicts alcoholic lie
I can see and touch my world
-my momentarily gelatin dream
For the want of love and life
I have felt the friendship of the knife
-why is the animal howling in me
-why can I not say to her what I mean
And there I walk slowly
As I return to my home
And dream of how things could be
If I were not addicted to being alone
Loneliness is my love life
-all I have to do is try
-and in my mind I can always find my love
-I can always find my hope
-in my mind I am never alone
-and there is always someone for me
-when I come home
In reality, how I wish I could but touch her
-but I am addicted also
And in my mind
I am still clean and sober
Part V: A Life Of Addiction
Is an addict one reliant
Or one who desires that
Which they cannot have?
-does it really matter in the end?
Perhaps someday, I will
Be more realistic
But I will also be addicted
I will still be alone
And to a world in which I don't think I could ever know her
-to them, the other addicts and all, I am just one more faceless person
Who is clean and sober
Embryo
(introduction to Embryo)
Lest mistakes once made haunt us as prophecy
Humankind must be felled from aristocracy
Of where they once prided their place
Over the world under an unholy grace
part i
Winter, viral innocence
Decaying, fashioned hope
Dismaying, the providence
Waylaying, the coasting slope
Strongly, snow-fallen fears
Wrongly, on ancient ruins
Wandering, into uncertain years
Strangely, soldiers dropped truncheons
part ii
Passing soldiers of the Providence Social
Traipsing through the uncultured "garbage", forestalls
Trussing the savagely free beast
Praying to their officer "god" on high, pedestalled
Marigold, fragrant oils of the field beyond
Walled, their glasses raised high, blinded eyes
Wallowed, blank versed, lead through the pond
Marred, mud caked boots and bloodied lies
part iii
Earth weld
Once, a moon, waxed, then lay
Raping the sun of the light she held
Human way
Embryo held
Sins, for all kind of man
Animals, shackled, skinned and shelled
Virtual land
part iv
Told what she would need
- always "god's" toy, the angels held her to their elitist lies
Her hopes abashed, told she would never succeed
The simple reflection of their eyes
She fell to her knees, beginning to tire
- in despair, weeping and hurting, damnation called
Her heart burning with rage, her mind on fire with desire
She could shed no emotion for the soldiers at all
part v
Screaming, she heard her own warning
Preening, the circling vultures spied
Peeling, she fell back, her heart warming
Scathing, she died
part vi
An embracement of reassurance
In seasons of the flower
A bird makes love with a bee
What we dream love to mean
Is only foreshadowing
What love for you shall always be
part vi
Have you heard - the prayer for words
and tears falling unjustly
the cry for the meek
and the unbeliever's advice to the world
the pain of desire
of a damned soul on fire
- and a world humbled in ruins
for want of a cause
and a belief in it all
- the soldiers burned the runes
Were you told - it had all gone to hell
and you would be left behind
it had all been sold
for face of a soul's reverie
the rain of the cloud's
fell all around
- drenching the dream's embers
the "god", soldiers and clowns
all jested around
- with everything you held dear
Why were you told that
You had been promised the world
And if you had suffered you
Would one day be healed
Why did they tell you that
You only had to close your eyes
And ears to the sins that
They had baptized over you
Why did you listen
And hear only the call of them
- that the sound would
Hopefully deafen them all?
part viii
Sweet savory spawn
Evermore, effervescing embryo
Prayer for procreation
part ix
Savory, the sweet nectar
Blossoms, petals sanctified in dew
Bossomed, entwined in vine and root
Glorified, in a life renewed
Coldly, the steel embryo bleeds
Warmly, the birth cries scream
Wrenching, the virginity from machine
Birthing, the cybernetic dream
part x
Once upon a time, a flower
Bloomed through the ruins
Once upon a fantasy, however sweet or sour
All of the nightmares road through
And the pebbles of the stream beds dried
And the sand of the beaches lied to the seas
And the seas prayed for salvation, the cried
Once upon a long lived tale
The world gave up and died
Deafening, the beat of the boot
Of the soldiers of Providence Social
And the "god" wept in fear, his prayers moot
In unison, their single last word crucial
"please ..."
They faded away
Once upon a prayer, in a dark hour
Tolled for the new land
Once upon a day of salvation, and a god's unruly glower
Something rose at the beckon of his hand
"Arise new child"
"Mother and daughter"
"Bring forth new life"
"My Embryo"
part xi
From leftover memories, embryo suckled upon the lactation
Angel's milk sweetened, vine and ivy decorating, the new nation
The decisive spawn arose, from the ashes of the new world
The na-"god" keeping records, every unruly evil and administrative lord
A melancholy wave of bitter air blew, extracting Embryo's hope
A myriad soldiers of Providence Social, antagonizing all foreign remaining hope
part xii
Real minds once real bodies, mere shells now driven with wind
Providence Social's specialty, the na-"god" demanded and extracted his loyalty
Automaton's weeping and grieving, begging for more, evermore
Soulless devils lost and alone, abandoned of their own lore
Embryo observed and listened, ever vigilant as a scarecrow
In their despair and hell, she looked upon them and simply whispered "no"
part xiii
Summer, spring's benevolence
Becoming, beauty's paradise
Stunning, dream's reality
Winter, wasting away
Na-"god", Providence Social
Embryo's, for the saving
Embryo's, for the taking
Embryo's, for the raping
part xiv: afterward
Melancholy, all final cries in Zen
Everywhere, the remains of a human world
Everyone, Embryo's children
Finally, lost for words
The Masque rade
A Puppet's Strings
Warmed neath porcelain dreams
Through open ears and eyes
- a babe cried and sighed
Feeling taut pulls from puppet strings
Cradled in powdered arms of white
Perfectly pristine parents hiding
- ready for an evening of living and lying
They delivered their child that night
These designers and architects painted
Sculpted this fleshy clay
- layer upon layer, peeling away
Birthing a facade trussed up in strings
The Photographer Man
Remember - the photographer man
He played by ours rules
And made up his face
Learning to dance in our mahogany school
Capturing faces and souls on a negative's lace
Do not forget - the photographer man
Like a mirror in my dream
There is my face as I might wish
- comically, I laugh at who I am
Is this me or someone I would miss ?
In a prayer to be strong, one of my will
Oh God, may I please forget him - please
Painted Faces
Ceramic masks
And painted faces
Hiding emotions
Genders and races
Beneath tears
And ripening grins
Covering fears
And bleeding-heart sins
Ballroom masquerade
Courtroom of clowns
Giggling marmalades
Mimes of frowns
Childhood's End - The Fantasy (part i)
Christopher wept that night before the mirror
- without the honesty of the dream's thrill
Happily, his mother tucked him unknowingly in
- the safety of the home up on the hill
Studying his means for a childhood's end
- he felt the embrace of a lonely fear at night
He reached out to touch his friend, a white glass mask
- it knew the face he would wear at night
The banded hand he is destined to hold
- will have its own promises to be told
Safe in the status of a masquerade cast
- a soul once warm, now twice sold
Like the angel ice sculpture
- "Will I ever return to it," he sighed
"Never, I never can" he cried
- "No one showed me how"
Childhood's End - The Fantasy (part ii)
(Christopher)
My mother and father awoke me
- inside their life as it began to start
And the only memory of the silence
- the beating of a heart
Is my only safety at night when on my feet
- though when my mind is at rest, the path is too steep
Lucifer, if I am with you, where am I ?
- my life is far from worth to weep
And for a sake that I may try
- I am now before the man of sin, forbidden to be kind
So many people who know my face
- know there is nothing of interest behind
Wet with sleep in comfortless dream
- dancing together, alone in a quiet cry
A clap of sound ... a flash of light
- I am alive with a deaf ear and a blind eye
I am only human, I can only lie
- hidden in a mask that deafens years and blinds lives
Loving caress of a porcelain grace
- mother chose this particular face
Sensual tidings in a ballroom ecstasy
- I can only dream of childhood's end, my fantasy
Standard Heroes
Somewhere down on the outskirts of town
A couple dressed in tuxedo and gown
Smile in a gale of echoing laughter
Though the child laughed no more
Their lips buttoned, their masks affixed
With a fresh hand in their pockets, where fingers mix
They hold brave faces in a straightjacket love
With nothing on the water to float their goods above
The days of innocence lay dwindling
Before the children have silenced their singing
All of their idols, everyone knows
Are one more sect of standard heroes
Feelings
(Katherine)
Would you please state
Something before I leave
Perhaps if I'd sedate you
You'd say how you feel
If I walked with you, my hand in yours
Would you occasionally smile
Perhaps if I said I'd care more
Would tomorrow last longer than a little while
When the dance is over
And the night is done
One leaf gone from the clover
We're in a game no one has won
Children laugh in our ears
And as we may dream by the moonlight
Under our made up faces we will feel our years
No longer looking into the sunlight
The Masquerade
In the silence someone is screaming
Down in the township tonight
There is a masquerade ball in these very shadows
And the masks are shining ever so bright
Down through the gutters
Where the lonely arise
Stanching the rabid night's heat
There is no escape from the street
With ghosts lighting their faces
They will be gone when the light of day comes
And like a sainted lover
They are only accidents on the graveled road of life
The Masquerade: Boys and Girls
Girl in white
Nice, so cute
All trussed up
In your birthday suit
Locked up tight
A china doll
Face made over
Can't see you at all
Little boy, don't cry
You've scraped your knee
All bloodied over
All covered in your mask
All your sighs
Tucked far away
From mommie and daddi
And everyone else you met today
Nightlife By The Gaslight
Stepping out into the shade
Into the nightlife by the gaslight
Each glass grain of the masquerade
Frightfully revealing an all to lonely quiet
Teeth and nails, locks and barrels
Under a reign of lawmen
All too cute in busybody suits
The storm it seems has been appeased by them
The Masquerade: In Retrospect
Only light from above
Will shine on me
And make a shadow
Into a facsimile
Only light from above
Can take from me
This freedom of expression
Masked in my anonymity
Masquerade
Late In The Rain: Pornographic Water Dreams part i
(Christopher)
Standing out on my porch
I watched the weather change
One winter morn long ago
Listening to the sky begin to age
I remembered a time one night past
When I knew that I'd only to try
I kept the memory of your face close
Listening to the echo of a long ago lie
A tear cascaded and cleared
The white away from my face
It flowed unhindered and mirrored
Against the ceramic grace
Now I find myself standing
Late and alone in the rain
The cold bleeding and kissing
Late, late in the rain
(Katherine)
Later on a night I remember
My face clean and made up white
My parents safely sleeping away
Warmly embraced by night
A rose-colored picture of you
Decorates my desktop drawer
Ruffling the feline I cherish so
I wish I could feel more
The weather has gone winter
And the day is past due, done
The night is finally over
But the nightmare has only begun
The morrow, perhaps I will dare
And stand before the mirror
As long as no one looks or cares
Without my mask, I will have nothing to fear
(Christopher)
Standing on the corner
Between two roads of a dream
Watching the beasts of burden
Happily bound into the team
Your heart embossed on my mind
And though the eye-holes I can see
The way that you walk without fear
Masked in your translucent bravery
(Katherine - Upon seeing Christopher from afar)
My heart skips and frolics
But how could he ever love me
A man who cannot bare to look into a mirror
How can he dare say he could love me
Tempted by faith and the crucifix way
Sacrificing want and need for vanity
Perhaps one day I will open my eyes
And walk into the sunlight of sanity
Mystical Water Kiss: Pornographic Water Dreams part ii
(Christopher to Katherine at the Masquerade)
I would die for -
For almost anything -
But never, I would never -
Die for you.
I could dream -
Of loving and -
Caring for you, living with you -
But never until death.
I have but one life
One life, one I choose to lead
I have one life
One life I have to bleed
I have one wound
One wound that impairs my heart
I have one love
One love ... until
.... my mask shatters apart
.... shatters apart
.... apart
(Katherine to Christopher at the Masquerade)
I would cry for -
Many wishes that -
Wishes that may come true -
But never for you.
I could cry for -
Cry for a lifetime -
Until I died for -
Died since I forgot how to live.
I can do anything -
Anything I set my -
Set my heart to -
I could never love you
I can dream of many things -
Anything I want -
That I want to dream to -
But I could never dream that I love you.
(Christopher to Katherine at the Masquerade)
Listening - to the fall of the rain -
Glistening - in a way that the angels play -
Kissing - my mirror, pretending it's you -
I wish, how I wish it were true
- a night will come, when I will dearly miss you
- a time will come, when I will never forget you
Standing in the rain
I made a promise, I made a wish
Watching my white face finally flow away
When I felt an angel's mystical water kiss.
and then my mask fell from my face
- and shattered from the task
leaving an impression of the grace
- my face only one more mask
The M ohem
Introduction
Close (furrow brow) your (mine ?) eyes (darkness)
Open (delete) your (enter) mind (heart)
(life)
Step (running) through (into) the
window (gateway)
In (somewhere) a land (the Land) of dreams (broken hopes)
A reality (possibly) beyond (next to)
reality (is it really ?)
Where nothing is real
And reality ?
It is everything here
The Mohem
The Mohem
Bountiful bodies collide
-time? is it ours?
Electric ladyland's virtual bride
-under a lover's moonbeam
Caught with a red hand,
A palm raping a mouse
And in the light I saw a land-
Gone when I blinked twice!
Cursing, my temper arose
"Let it be, keep it down
"It's only a game, only a game
"It's only a lifetime"
Or is it ?
South Of Mohem
Always springtime
And just approaching day or night
Dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn
Never quite finishing
Always the plateau,
And Beth's discouragement from afar
And my dear, shy Timber, such much like I
What did I know ?
I never did leave that plateau,
To meet you.
I read Rhen a word
And she saw it as my sin
I think they would have hurt me
If I had been real
How do you spell love ?
The Mohem: Letters and Numbers
ENTER:
Garbage love (sigh)
ENTER:
To: i8442449@wsuaix.csc.wsu.edu
Fr:
Speak to me
Sing to me
Make it real for me
Just don't leave it all to me
Garbage love (sigh)
The Mohem: Angelic Embrace
(Outside Of Mohem)
For the first time today,
I feel it's really over. (Roger Waters bleeding in the background)
You made such the perfect excuse
Was I really so blind ? (Waters again, sort of)
And who would have ever thought
A means for an end to come so swift.
From the world of mlange sands
Where God decides your fate
By the proximity of your tongue
To his boot band
And seventy years into the Shadowrun zone
Crying in my mind - no one is home
In my mind
In the reality
Of my kind
Settling down neath a tree of dreams
I felt the pain of a crazy, lazy sunbeam
Impulsed to tell every VR song
How do you spell heartache
- until it won't be spelled wrong ?
Nothing is so glorious as a heart which bleeds
For a lost, treasured love, part of a miracle need
The special times - they can be a chore
How do you shake a hand
- when the torch it holds could have been yours ?
"The flames will die die die
Was this so important, so important to make me cry ?"
The screen can print TEAR
But the true saline of our fears
And the pain in our years
STOPS! - Still on our side
"How do I hold a friend tight,
When their hand screams and seems to gleam
With a killing knife's light ?"
Softly, so softly the leaves fall
Somehow, I can't find comfort in them
- they do not love me back
Silver wings spreading
Cherished dreams ebbing
Life road winding
Simple sunlight blinding
Angelic soft embrace
Baby astral lace
Into starwind's face
Quiet angelic embrace
"Angels, take me home tonight
I don't want to feel the pain
Everytime she turns on the light"
(sniffs softly)
I'm going home .. alone
- it's still home
In the reality zone.
A Sin gle White Horse
A Single White Horse
Sailing down the destiny river
M'lady luck held my cards, I shivered
Well beneath a canvas of stars
I realize my dreams are just as far
The river blue turned gold by the bayside
As I walked the shore of the sandy tide
Across the Land of amber and acorn
My heart bleeds for my love forlorn
Little angelic fairies whispered the way
As I drowned away my sorrows one lost day
In the pasture of soul, a single white horse
Awaits a rider bitter with remorse
Wild Horses!
In every single drop of gin
Wild Horses!
Deliver me from mortal sin
On a crossroad between meadow and mountain
One repulsing the other long forgotten
A single white horse in the meadow of the damned
Awaits the arrival of the wicked man
The Awful Surrender Of A Moment's Revelation
To but watch the natural grace of a heartache
Is to drink of a liquid as sweet as honey
For in the taste of the bittersweet victory there is a wake
Of the distant golden dream that you can only see
Things That Love On Wings
Fowl cry over ice
Airborne upon a winter breeze
Eager eyes searching to chastise
The holy grace of geese
Ivory and ash, saintly doves
Enslaving the hearts of the land bound
And then are lost in the clouds above
Leaving us with nothing but an echoing sound
Eternally embracing a troubled sun
Well beneath the sky ever so revealing
A mossy rock feels the pull of motion
From its hundred year stationary sitting
The amber and acorn fields unfold
Into a free and wild Land
Leaving a bitterness and decay untold
Of the lonely woman and man
Through a mountain pass sheltering dawn's light
The river Destiny feeds the grains
And in an event of the Lord's unholy might
The bleeding heart is forgotten, leaving no stain
I Need But Nature To Humble Me
The flower laughs through leaf and thorn
-a life to be savored, never disturbed
Adorning wrists and lapels
-nature embraces me with open arms
From its home the flower is enslaved
-I can still hear its laughter ring
It does not take more than a glance
-all I need for nature to humble me
The Beast Of Loneliness Raging Raging Raging
[Or, Finding A Single White Horse]
I was able to dodge
Every single drop of rain
That dreary cloud ridden day
But to what avail?
-I was still cold
The light - yes, YES! a light?
Painful, hot and angry
-and it blinded me
Free me-
-a guttural growl-
From the primal animal of heart and mind
FREE ME NOW !!
-and the light
It is so painful - raging
I hurt, I rage RAGE !!
Can the two hear
Each other crying
Can the horse bear
Each of them needing
As they receive each other
In the open arms of love
And then do not care to bother
To worry of the gray clouds above
Or the distant thunderstorms
Or the tidal waves
Or the plates of land well worn
For making it summer
Fashioning an emotion so bold
For finding me when lost
In a place never before known
Finding me the passage most
Likely to bring me home
For sharing your dreams
When I prayed for a sin
For embracing me, it seems
When I had no reason to live
For playing the game
Of a friendship charade
Asking questions that maim
And are answered the same
For knowing the limits
Of a bottomless heart
Finding a way to love it
So it would never break apart
For crossing the land
With worry and remorse
Finding emotions at hand
And a single white horse
And by the everlasting grace of God,
You know that I thank you
In my heartfelt prayers I hope you both will hear
My dear, you know that I love you.
A little hopelessly romantic and very very vague and symbolic, but
after all...love really isn't something I think I can ever understand completely.
Can you?
As I was Raised Upon The Cross
Part I: From The Pool
From the mercury pool of dream
I rose ashen and solemn,
The nails scabbing my palms,
And for the moment
I contemplated ...
Only for a single moment.
About me - a haze of misted remembrance.
A derelict recital
Of one more cattle truck
Deciding to drive one more mile -
And I awaited for the next ride.
A ghost of a downtrodden smile -
Thousands of hands
From the fallen refugees,
The politically free
Of this astral land.
And I was only a child
In the body of a man.
Each hand beckoned me,
All from a thousand directions -
Each sleeved in tattered rags -
The nails mending the seams,
Each remembering how they used to be.
And in their open minds
They cried individually
"Upon the cross, I'll finally be free."
Part II: ... and I saw that I was armored
When I finally opened my eyes,
Though I was only one of the few -
And when I saw that I was armored,
I made up my mind to make them all believe,
That I could make them do,
Whatever I wanted them to.
I could make them all laugh
And if I so chose, make them all die.
Neath the armor,
Clad in this metal skin,
My primal mind raged to be free -
To finally be free,
And I could not hold it in -
So there I stood
Upon a floating mass of land,
And the whole world sailed in splendor,
Yet I was alone, a single island -
And I could fly anywhere I wished
If I could only unlock
The painful memory I had tucked away.
Burning in my heart
The embers smolder the dream apart.
From the metal, the beast raged.
And broke free.
From the beast, the metal contained.
And restrained.
And the beast was captive again.
Part III: ... through her eyes I became free
I took a hand, the nearest to me,
And I felt the empathy flow.
I knew she was curious,
And that she knew I was scared.
I knew that she had sewn love together,
And had suckled upon the breast of hatred.
The bells tolled.
I held the hand and became the beast.
The black timber wolf.
Why a wolf ?
I am not a wolf.
I am a man.
A man.
The beast bit the hand,
And when I returned,
I could only hold the hand
And watch it bleed.
I hungered for the blood.
And so I drank.
I could feel her thoughts as my own,
Though the primal animal in my mind
Knew who it was, and thus,
I could not be controlled.
I controlled.
And I looked out through her eyes,
And through her eyes, I became free.
The Collections
Holding Grace
Part I
The decadent mind can fathom
An imaginary sun painting a summer's day
Where each soft, dew-stricken petal's a gem
In a so basically simple and natural way
A smothering anguish passes overhead
In a rolling vapor of white and gray
Yet the silvery water's that strengthen the need
Cleanse the arms holding grace today
Part II
The steeds of the lonely
Cleave the ground under hoof
And the dew-stricken petal is homely
In the darkness beneath the star's movement
My light in the sky is blinding
Wrapped in a blanket of gray mist
And tucked inside a candied-apple dream
It is my embrace of grace that I dearly miss
Part III
Where are you? The rose thorn I've broken
- lost in a courtyard field
- in the sand of a castle moat short
Where are you? The binding device for a heart wounded
- sailing away on a sea
- a peaceful mind guided in a shining light
Winds once biting now smiling down
Through a blizzard of snow, and a darkness not shown
Though I felt your need for me for what is true
I knew there was nothing left to hold you
Will I witness a setting sun? An innocent light slips away
- through the murky shadows
- of storm laden clouds on high
Will I wish it true? My prayers actually listened to - slipping away
- left alone in darkness
- nothing to embrace, nothing to miss
In a meadow after my life, sided by mountains
That bear down and hold me to a frown
Under a single sky, remembering the angel of death's face
I cannot wish for paradise, but to once more hold grace
The Laces
Baby Blue
From every street corner of the unknown cities
Locked into the eyes of atrocities
That we have committed after our baptisms
Are the baby blue skies of our sins
The Blue Of Our Lives (part i)
Those tears you cried
Each aching in your eyes
Stinging as they cascaded down your cheek
Spell out your silent thoughts
And hidden feelings
The quiet sigh you uttered
As you fell from his arms
Leaving behind the one prayer answered
Shattered upon the ground
As you wept over each blade in pain
The Blue Of Our Lives (part ii)
A slap in the face
those words
Hurting and burning
like a healing friend
We open our eyes
we bleed and we sigh
Rejected by parents and friends
we live alone until we die
Without a single memory to surpass us
Baby Blue (part ii)
Simply answered, they are carnal sins
Ones we project into a free world and begin
To craft a certain exotic disease of simplicity
For in the lack of desire
We left our sins alone as heaven rose higher
And it was all so much further away from you
Baby Lace
Baby astral lace -
Did you know
It was all beyond mother's embrace?
Why did they always say
You would be
The golden child they meant to be me?
Now you are stealing
The hope from their eyes
And everything they treasured of their feelings
You could raise
Friendship from ash
And set our sky ablaze
The rain fell from the snow
And it took the purity
From the sadness you let us all know
Barons
Measured remorse and indignity
Fell as flachettes, leaving behind days
Of a war's insignificant glory
As the fallen's kin knee the ground
- they pray
Birds, predators of a place
The rest can only hope to dream for
Knots and is tied up in it's vain lace
Now, today locked behind the rich man's door
Fears stowed in cargo holds
Your fingers freeze, itching to release the bomb
Watching humanity, wax works
Melting into the mold
Now beneath the lace
The lives are gone
And no one sings the song
The Sandstone Cemetery
Part I
The rain fell down, against the stones
Shadowing the field of the eternally alone
With a dull and murky shadow
Through the seal in the door, one we've seen before
Echoes of footfalls and trumpeting horns implore
And erode against our minds and souls
Wax molding our fingers, thorns burning our feet weak
Torch scars change expressions from brave to meek
Once well contained spirits now all to prone to leak
Part II
I had withdrawn, alone, to be with my own calamities,
The ghosts of glory days past, looking up at me
Feeling older and mirrored grayer, I knew I had many enemies
Now against the sandstones embossed with their names, I have only memories
If I raise my spirits, I raise my eyes to meet the horizon
I cannot hope to meet those insurrections of your absence in me
After your passing, the darkness is a little bolder, my heart is a little colder
And each day I must face only your memory, I feel that much older
Comforted in broken moments, my children prancing in joy at my feet
For they have not learned the same thing you and I have of defeat
Nor could their pure and innocent minds fathom the fantastic liaisons
We formed as brothers and sisters, as we all made our prayers to the horizon
Part III
Preached too, the people zone alone
Six feet under the life force zone
Feeding worms and daisies
Yet there is a certain aptitude
That I, the living, cherish
For I lay my flower down
And throw my head back
Feeling the hale of the wind
For in the misery of night
The wind howls in anguish
And I can taste its hunger
Slowly ebbing into the embers
Of the fire that I live by
The Predators Of The Meadow
The Sunrise
I awoke in a meadow
Under a mourning sky
The lions yawning a show
A wolf howling a cry
Dew drenched blades whispered at my heels
As I knelt to watch the cubs stretch
And in a cloud ridden sky I could feel
Eagles preening over me in search of something to catch
I brought a brook's water to my lips
Feeling the onrush of its cool liquid
While in the distance the tiger's flicked tongue tips
Over each other until they rose to hunt, now cleansed
Awaken The Lion
It was just after dawn
One beautiful morning I had seen before
When the lion awoke and eyed the faun
She knew what the lion preyed for
She ruled for a time
Some prey sleeping
All the rest .. dying
And the dogs of the sheep packs
Protected no other still sleeping
A foul sent mother a call
When he saw father go down
He didn't understand the lion, not at all
He was the prey's next in line to take the crown
So I ruled that the day may forgive
Every stone we had been crying upon
And I decided to take and not give
Next time I felt the call of the lion
Prey Prayers (part i)
The bleeding heart of the lion
It called ...
And told me it was time to fall
I was deafened by the roar
In the canyon ...
When I was alone with only death's call
I raised my ears high
My antlers crying
Trapped within the predators wall
A Tiger's Lament
Tiger Eyes (part i)
In meadows and green mountain tops
In soft safe holes of rabbit dens
And rebels, and little moles with no chance to attack
In tree limbs and within a vast field's crops
Inside a bird's nest which longs to be cleansed
With the egg shell, and the runt cub throw back
I can see my soul in every tiger's eyes
A monument to the crippled doe, a fallen foe
To a predator who hungers with age
A weary pyre of the cast aside bones
Are tossed aside from behind into times ago
With a lacy smile, a tiger's wage
I know that I have entered the show
And I can see my soul in every tiger's eyes
And now in the meadows and lands
Upon mountains and fields made for the cruel
I took their eyes, I made them blind
I still must shade my own eyes, I have been so unkind
And I see the sun, in long forgotten prey
I hear the prey cries in so many anguished ways
I realize that is myself in every tiger's eyes
A Tiger To Her Mate
Training means
I know I have to pay
- and I am still paying
I'm so scared of the water
And across the river
The other other side
I'm so scared of the water
And if I could only walk on that water
Which it seems I must do
To get to you
And rip your bloody throat out
A Tiger To His Mate
Lick your wound
- it will heal
Will mine ?
Hunt your prey
- they will feed you
Cannot feed me!
Let your cubs nip
- and suckle your nipple
It's not mine!
Tiger Eyes (part ii, revised)
For a breath's moment
I witnessed her eyes
And the tiger within
Left with a heartful lament
And a worldfull of shies
I faced the tiger's cries
The tiger's roar rang
Like the wind over water
A natural beauty
Lacing the growl she sang
A child's gulling laughter
All so close to me
For that short breath
The tiger arose
And I felt her heart beat
I sat back bereft
Of what she had to show
For I feared I was weak
I blinked my eyes -
There was no tiger to my shame
I'm sure never again
For rare do we see tiger eyes
In those we choose to blame
For that which they have not sinned
Tiger Chimes
Mates tussle and growl
In natural love instincts
- scenting fur and tawny purrrr
Of each other's tongue drinks
Germanic echoing tails twine
- hourglasses eyeing the world
Well within the rind
Of the meadow glade
Bird caws, lion growls, tiger chimes
Tiger tail friends mingle - tiger chimes
Warden Of The Wolf
Warden Of Wolves
Howling it seems
The pack is in formation
Hunting they preen
- the prey
Hunting eyes that flash
Stalking through trees
The pack armored and brash
- in fur
Through forests of green
Leaning and swaying trees
The predators do deem them
- the prey
Lead at the head
The leader fanged and hot breathed
The prey falling dead
- pack leaders
Dreaming sweetly in anger
Under a canvas of stars
The prey slumbers in danger
- for a lifetime
Prey Prayers (part ii, revised)
Absent of word, the mist rolled, fog concaved over me
In the silence of regret, they pooled together as a team
Their burdened mouths filled with prey, their ears perking higher
The country roads and forest paths burned it seems as their howls lit on fire
Wisps of branches hung just a little lower, the rain pouring down
The fur on their manes drenched in the shower, their eyes still hunting around
A perplexity in their motion devoids the eyes of their stare
In hungry silence and prayerful need, they stalk me to my layer
The owl on the tree top lied, it told me where to run
When I turned my back to it, I found I was again where I had only begun
A mirthful silence deafened my ears, I felt a prey's need
My feet could carry me fast enough, but not far from fast to bleed
Looming in, the darkness of the storm, launched a new fear alive
My knuckles white, my heart ripping my chest, Lord knows I still have to try
The damnable leader closes on me, his teeth beckon me in
I watch in a burning quiet the rain baptizing away my sin
Hope beating through me like blood through a wound, I heard the hungry growl
I wished I could live a moment more -- and slaughter that bloody owl
I could taste its blood and feathers filling my mouth, emotions, my eyes
In the blistering fall of the storm rain's silence, I knew that I might die
An angel came down to me, seething like a worm in the rain
She saw that the pack was hungry and that I might soon be in pain
So I lied to her, and I pushed her as far as I could go
I yanked the wings off her bloody back and flew home to a place I know
In years of healing and watching my own pack grow
The brilliance of a manipulation allowed me a place to show
That I was weighted down with a guilt to win, and I knew I had one more sin
For if I ever felt the need, I'd rape the angel of her wings again
Afterwards
Warning lights flashing with natural grace, it seems
Easy as a springtime breeze
Sickly sweet gray in their eyes
God know it is a hunger to appease
They hunt and bring down innocent prey
Their family is all they care for
When the winter comes and there is no light of day
They will bring down just one more
The Leaf C ollection
Leather Leaf
Leather leaves
Of blooming trees
- spruce and vibrant
Suckle of me
Like tangerines
Sour and unbecoming
Leather Leaves
Of a spring breeze
- without barbed thorn
Lifted by life
And a natural knife
Gentle and free
Pine Needle
Distant scents
Tumbling through trees
- prismatic green
Through branch vents
Falling slow and free
Snow green needles
Brush my face
- naked natural embrace
Making steeples
In the undergrowth
Maple Leaf
Spider's silk
Tree's silver milk
- veining and webbing
Falls like stars
From sky to ground
Over honeyed weeds
Maple lace
A nectar's grace
- marbled marmalade
Adheres to leaves
And finger figurines
Honeysuckle condiment
Grass Blade
Grass blades
And golden days
- both long forgotten
Cushion feet
And a natural retreat
A home burned down
Grass blades
And ancient ways
- weeded and tilled
Bed us down
And embrace us around
The only home we have
Morning Fr ee
Morning Free
Let them believe
Everything they want to be
Let them spread their wings
Answer your wish softly
- morning free
Let them count each second
Dangerous moments mark the rising tide
Let them ride the wave
Share the fantasy, one hell of a ride
Let their hearts touch each others' mind
As the shackles close over their regret
Watch where they drop the key
And take it all back
- when you want to forget
Sowing their wild seeds
They appease the bloody, aching wound
Were was she when he had a need
Into the shining dream he let his hopes balloon
Come away from the imprisoning terrain
Embrace everything - morning free
He will help nail her cross
And watch their lives flow away
- morning free
Morning Free (part ii)
I crept over rocks, into the sea
Leaving behind solitude and the hopeful part of me
Sinister eyes probed me, forever hungry
My silence rebelled for my life
- morning free
Morning Free (part i, original)
Moods inspired by inner beauty
Reassuring from our tranquility
Radiate from us
Feelings encouraged and nurtured
Ushering in our oneness
Embrace us
Morning Free
Deser t Visions
First Set
Desert Visions
The most beautiful place
- painted out of nothing
shaped out of sandy mountains
Our war wagons rumble humble tunes
- five tons and ten no ones
all alone and forgotten in the war zone
Hot, hot, moments of time
- melting me away - drink water
the sulfur and quake of the ground are everything
Life living in the lifeless land
- and leave it to "Arch" to kill it
a parade of fools, we held a funeral, burying it
All there is, all that can be in this unlikely paradise
- I dreamed as my mind left
yet I awoke, because I had to hold the IV
Days that lasted forever, eyes blurry and face mud caked
- my blouse white with salt
one hundred degrees and midnight and I was cold!
The most beautiful place
- sunburned, my friends airlifted away
I only wish it had not robbed me of my dreams
Desert Visions (part ii)
All I remember of that night
Is the forever loneliness
Of being tired
And the only one there left
From my section
The heat had killed us
And as I stood
My arm hurting, holding the IV
I could only remember
How they writhed and puked
And at how natural war had become
As the chopper flew my friends away
Second Set
Desert Visions
part i
A vision in my mind
Through sun-blinded eyes
Water is never enough
To quench the thirst
And desire for green
Stars that never end
Mock the night sky
And I embrace them
In my mind
And think of what I have left behind
part ii
Complications have been reduced
Until they are simple survival
Through gangly laughter
And unknown generosity
We dismiss fears
Leaving behind our shadows
For only the light is seen
And anything else
Is to heavy to carry
part iii
On a distant shore
Many miles from water
A thorn reveals
Its gay laughter
It scrambles through sun-scorched sand
Thriving green
Reduced to a willow
A memory no longer seen
part iv
Long grains of sunlight stream and weave
From the wide, impossibly pale sky above
I find myself thirsty for more
Than the sour, thriving kiss of the canteen
I am lost in a desert vision
Without warning, the sun shimmers
Languidly casting scarlet and gold bands
The incognito stars now unfold
And incubate us in their aged light
The days goes without saying, it's hot
Sapping our ambitions, thus we lay in lethargy
The same thistle once a sore sight of beauty
Now barbs itself in my flesh
And my dreams are reduced into desert visions
part v
Far away
In another world
Another day
Passes away
Desert visions
No longer haunt my dreams
I wonder at times
What I really did leave behind
The Singles
Rib Of The Chapel
From the first celestial vision
Through the corridors and causeways of time
Beyond the common corner crucifixion
Of someone drowning their dreams in wine
The very staples of our prayers are fulfilled
Everytime the hunger of need is quelled
In the broken down church where our golden dreams are beautiful
Behind these panelled walls aches the rib of the chapel
Hands linked and mend into a circle
Old foes relinquish hate to the wind
Everyone vows to work until
Their kind can compose a worthy message to send
Life-blood pulses within the walls
In a place where the inanimate bares knowledge of the apple
And now when the prayers are not answered with a saintly call
They break down and crack the rib of the chapel
Eternal Shadows
Eternity
- the prayers unanswered
Indemnity
- the sin unforgiven
And I pray
- each night, under the moon
And I say
- God, will you answer me soon
Heaven
- the prayer is answered
And then Hell
- the reality that no one listened
The Bee Keeper
The rocking chair at dusk
- in a field of flaxen fulfillments
Where the honeybee befriends -
An orange and yellow cloud
- wanes with the light of the sun
And then I reach cognition
And realize I am - human
The Bee Keeper (revised)
A world can be most beautiful
Where no spectrum dares limit the colors of the sky
- the air so sweet with pollen and a life so bountiful
Caressing an autumn auburn field of an acorn's amber cry
The rocking chair meadow just outside of everything right
As the wicker filters falling sun and crescent moon
- the meadow dusk a golden sunset between day and night
I felt myself at liberty to stand outside and watch from memory's room
Bouncing, buoyant and babyish, the honeybee flies to and fro
Carrying the sweet nectar of this land
- and I, the beekeeper, watching the honeybee of the rocking chair meadow
Realize in reality and memory, I am still only human
The Seduction Of Words
Seduce me my Queen
Seductress, my wine
Embrace me in the arms
Of the words on a love letter's lines
Children's Anthem
Sign post on the causeway
Another bird's song is gone
Seashell on a sandy beach day
Loved in a six ring plastic line
I toast god with a chalice of gold
Drunken in the street, my mind broken and sold
My children will dream in this anthem sweet
Embraced and fixed to die in this time so discreet
And little can I do to mold them a paradise
Blinded on the highway by the oncoming headlights
Gray clouds in the canvas of black
Of the painted stars above
Seeping life through a sidewalk crack
Snubbed under foot - the sin of it
The crucifix I prayed by once, now is obscured
By a gun insures my life, swinging on my shoulder
Lost hopes on a river boat
A one way ticket on the Styx
My generation lost for want of a cause
One new, one we could accept
The stars are lost in a hollow black
I exchanged my cross for a gun
- and now I can never get it back
Dreaming .. In Technicolor
There is a part of the mind
Touched by God's grace
- painted in colors of a heavenly kind
That I call simply -
- the rainbow place
Knowing no race, color or creed
The rainbow place is a home
To those of a mortal need
- alone in the material zone
And standing all alone
I can sense someone else knows
For his absence of color is shone
- his creed shatters peace like a morning crow
And I do not know
Which grieves me most
- that my rainbow place is -
- a transparent light show
Or that Lucifer tried to hide in its shadow
Romancing Applesauce
I married an apple from the tree
With my insightful words of humanity
Lo, the serpent encircling my mind
Venom in my heart and foreshadow on my mind
Expediently, I clothed my nakedness
In a warm cloak of temptations bliss
Away I fled from paradise's embrace
The serpent and my spine still interlaced
Miles down the trailed of the damned
So gentle and kind was a man
Who spoke unto me words soft and sweet
I knelt before him, the apple at his feet
"Stranger," quote I to his grace
Though he broke my quote with a gnarled face
"Death, decay, corruption," he softly versed
And I stood and left him speaking things worse
The serpent tightened around my spine
And with the apple outstretched I raced for time
Down a path so black and dreary
And a woman I met, her smile surely was weary
Courtly, I bowed with majesty
And placed the apple at her feet so quaintly
She crept a smile across her face
Optimistic vengeance giving her words a bitter taste
"Happy love-joys and nosegays
And thank the Lord for each sunny day."
And yes the sun did shine, and
Her words seemed lost in this forested land
By the grace of God she saw the apple
And how it gleamed in a color so supple
Alas she only let it go to waste
As she thought of how delicious a smashed apple would taste
And of all those people, one happy one glad
The other lonely and mad
I thought of them as I fled to the garden in loss
With a new idea of humanity
- and a pulpy applesauce
Porcelain Savior
(or Visions In My Toilet Bowl)
I remember beauty
- and the gun in her eyes
- and the hate in her hands
Bravely I spoke to her
- words of friendship and desire
- through the waves in my toilet bowl
With smurfy intentions
- a rainbow bright chastity
- my little pony, lovely, cellophane dream of mine
Without a sound I pray
- speaking through my toilet bowl
- another vision in my toilet bowl
Despair, despair, hating apathy and despair
- I felt so clumsy as a whale looks on water
- her tongue lipped shinning lips, all in my toilet bowl
A cartoon, surreal perfection
- a modernist's neo-cubist vision
- a drunken pleasure in my dreams
I drank of my dreams
- intoxicated by desire
- hungover when reality hit me
Am I too scared
- is she just another blind bitch
- or is my porcelain savior just deaf to my prayers?
A Personal Note
You can say something
Ten thousand bloody times
And it will still mean the same thing
You just know they won't understand it
Until they receive it with open arms
Perhaps on that note
We wouldn't have all this pain
If we weren't
A Siskel and f***ing Ebert
Who cares if you don't like it
You do it better
At least I tried
Gothic
Once bitten ...
Every woman, every man
Every face on the street,
Each blessed chalice
And fallen cross at my feet
Are like song birds to my eyes
Lo, Gargoyle please
Protect wounded hearts
Pride our lives with safe passage
Clinging to a nightwall
Under a stained window, love of a rose
The suckling upon my loved ones and all
Has left me without a parceled care
Sweet nicotine and alcohol can't appease this thirst
Decaying after a thousand years
Lo, the gargoyle stands - watching
Locking my heart up tight
Deafening, the scream of the eagle
Her head a plume of white in the sky
Let me live, just one more night, just one
A black cat crossed me on my side of the border
My flying buttress is my saving grace
Lo, Gargoyle of my dreams
Gargoyles, please
I've been bitten
Put this soul at ease
Whatever It Is, Pay Attention To It
I shed no tear for the parting
- somehow, it was not appropriate
I never assumed she would lose
- the tiger I saw in her eyes
Perhaps it was only a reflection
- of the beast in myself
Egyptian Reflection
Golden eagle land
Voices of the sand
The Cyprus lady's hand
Is lame to the band
Dusty echoes whistle
Through sage and thistle
Though the sphinx lies
The air breathes and tries
Terminal Walk
A succession of a pool
Milling mindlessly, silently
And helplessly
I listen - soundlessly
Deafened by the echo
I saw the fat lady dance,
And yet, she cannot sing,
In the silence,
Only milling and searching
For the gate
And the next ride.
Why I Don't Like Texas
Deep in the city
A jungle of steel,
Where vines of angled concrete
And ant farms of feet
Are all wandering -
And I wander, and wonder
About the Alamo - and the glory
For inside it holds history
Imprisoned by Texas' principality
Of the Queens
Of fashion
And industry
That they exploit the dead
To be the biggest something or other.
Quality Photographs
Quality photographs
Like memories left behind
Each moment saved
- a wish to go back
And live it again
Quality photographs
Of red hair and
Sweet dreams alive
- sweetness of lips and soul
I slipped a rung and fell
I kept a quality photograph
Though no longer
Does it seem worthwhile
- for it is only a memory
In the sadness of absence
Once I felt lifeless
And with apathy
Then depressed without sensation
- now only a quality photograph
That I may look upon
To take away the story
So that I can no longer
Sing the song
- I am without humanity
And without memory, I am without love
I wish I could go back
And kiss you for the first time, again
But I can't go back, I know
- I wish I could prove I love you
But I can't say that, I know
Quality photographs
And incandescent feelings
Mythologically wonderful memories
- of how we used to be
And how I wish we could be again
Runaways Come Home
The night is cold
The weather wet
And with nowhere to run
While you start feeling old
You wish for a home
Anywhere you can be loved
And never be left alone
The shepherds wept
And the sheep bled
You had no one to talk to
Hunger gnawed and the scraps you kept
Just weren't enough
To carry you over that night
To bring you home
Runaway, go home.
Passionate Vision
The vision transcended
All of time and space
Cosmic in its array
And theatric in its grace
"Caution," warned the wise man
Whose rouge lips were stained
And whose ears listened only to the sound
Of the words of love he never spoke
Unto the one that really mattered to him
The time lock to the vault broke
And the wisps of mist settled
Revealing the final treasure for all of us
A trophy of gold - for the fools
"Aching," cried the wise man
Whose temples flared in pain
And whose chest glistened with water
Of the fluid of red life he bled
Unto the floor of the history of love he once made
The lesser gods blessed
The child with the vision
Of electronic friends
Absent of memory and feeling
The Rest Of The World
Invalid steps on the stone
When she is walking home
Calliope - her dreams
Her breath a misty sheen
Invalid steps on the stone
I recorded a vision that never sold
No one read it, even when I died alone and old
Fantasy fairies and warrens of animal machines
Estranging human nature, but no one knows what I mean
Once, one single time, my prayers were answered
And the invalid read the word and understood
Am I to simple to be worth a song
Or to complex for the rest of the world to sing along
Invalid stepped on the stone
As she walked on her way home
With nothing to excuse
But a mere memory and a single moment in her life
Independence's Cameo Appearance
On a dry and graveled road
She is burdened with bags
- of seeds to be sown
Calling, crying for a drink
Of water from the sky
Only from the heavens
Will the water sweetly kiss her
Like her lover laying in her dreams
Only in the form of this rain
Will it not casually dismiss her
Like the man who lied to her heart
Independence declared
Throwing away everyday friends
Preserving her glory hour
Of just her braving the rain
In an amber acorn field
Running away to the lovely embrace
Everytime there could be something to feel
Crying out for the rain
For the soothing, cool rain
When the thorn pricks like the sword
And her shield is only a thimble high
She has no rose tint to fantasize her heart unarmored
Her heart is amored
Thirsting still for the cool rain
Standing Aside From Yesterday's Hero
(A contemplation of Ken and his guitar)
Mellow bridges
Melting madly
Flowing under fingertips
Sound resounding
Words rebounding
Echoing from our lips
Mellow bridges
Falling red
Kissing sounds of wind
Fiber
It encroaches us
It surrounds us
We feed from it, or
It feeds of us
We aspire from around us
Or we aspire from within
An effervescing life form, we begin
Stapled by our creative friends
Until we are inspired from within
The Moral Fiber (adapted from Fiber)
I alone lie
All of you embracing me
From inside
My hands weeping angel's milk
Because their hands are screaming
Crucified cries
Rapture (adapted from Fiber)
We, a one based
Creature enraptured
And defecated upon our
Own self identity
Reach out, reach out
And touch the sky - far from
This apparition, we cling to our
Belief
And no longer see
What we truly are
Inside
Janet Of A Thousand Storms
Janet of a thousand storms
Embrace me in your windy arms
Don't forget for me your night's love
Just shine for me from your star above
Janet of a thousand dreams
There's only one I'll be keeping
My heart bleeds in me, a love bitten man
Let me sing a song no other can
Janet of a thousand miracles
An angel that's seen foresaw an oracle
A shadow of love that always lingers
Yielding to the time that slips through our fingers
Alone In The Dark
Fingertips tapping softly, overworking active thoughts
And formulating words and worlds for others to enjoy.
Thick digits, massed and prodding through pudgy hands,
Coldly key consonant and vowel into an electronic order
Dark amber, a honeycomb of stingers and sweets
Mirrors her swollen face, her mind clouded in anoretic dream
Her chair sagging, dilapidated as she rises,
Silently creeks and squeaks with the whistle of her wheezing.
The amber screen sighs a soft blessing as she turns away,
Rewriting the story, taking away the sweetness that disgusts her so.
Drear blades of thankless light radiate from the night lamp,
Pouring and wasting over the book she reads.
Never once would that light touch her face,
Under the force of her weight, the bed creaked and groaned,
Dying - springs popping .....
.....
..... light fading.
At first in terror, then tears of melancholy and grief,
She clutched skeletal fingers to her chalky face,
Nothing more than a reed overwhelmed by her plush robe.
Somewhere in her the truth was left back with her primal obesity.
Christi Hayes Has A Birthday
Dazing dandelions
Spreading fertile and far
Ingratiate the land
In a blanket of misty white
And in memory.
Memories mesmerizing
Dear and true
Of amber days and Acorn hues
Infatuate our sight
With impossibilities come true.
Yonder yearns the willow
Weeping of nature's ecstasy
With the day done, sun going down
And friends rest to your dreams
May you cherish the littlest graces.
Happy Birthday
Empty Faces
An empty face peers
Back at mine from the
Shallow abyss of a mirror
A face encumbered
By lines of time and unease
Counts through days numbered
A dawn mist grows
Over an endless river
Into the ocean's flow
An imaginary face is painted
Next to the empty one
Another empty face that has waited
Both faces wait forever
Although the chance is never
That they will be real together
The Ascension
The ignorant gazed to stars, awash with hope and religious fervor.
To the seas were cast sacrifice, yonder the mountains, so chaste in purple
Beckoned and climbed, high, high into a royal blue sky
There came lands and wars
Industry and factories
Pain and suffering
Space travel
And computers
We were left
With
Simple
Intelligence
The Clinical Mr. Lackamor
Said the lonely man one misty night
Through an amber filtered world of wine
"That lingerie clad lady is of such succulent sight
That any decent man would curdle his blood and chill his spine
And any detestable cuss would lose his drunken might
For she is a challenge - she'll fall for no man's line."
Now the clinical Mr. Lackamor recognized the dare
With all due logic of a loverless man
"The very best stud cannot be with every suitable mare."
Over the brim of a stein of ale, he then began to stand
Feeling the dry warm weight of alcohol and a rather benign stare
For there sat a woman of all proportions that there was silence from every man
"You agree then that she is a sight to behold, Mr. Lackamor?"
"Nonsense," he replied, "There is more to a woman than just the size
Of a ripe brassiere and feminine curves they now sell in the store.
For in every woman's heart is a special truth masked by a man's lies,
And the only perfect woman can exist in a man's eyes, what's more
We men cannot hear the passion in their hearts over our desire to hear their night cries."
"Now that is a very clinical love you have."
But the tavern closed and the conversation died,
At least for one more night, and these topics of love could make you laugh
If this lady hadn't been the last to leave and without a ride
Through the dark foggy streets employed with a criminal staff
And Mr. Lackamor was all that was left to take this lady's side.
"You are very kind," she mused as she stepped inside his carriage
"Whether a woman is dressed in a straight jacket or chains
A man will always see her in lingerie, perhaps that is why I never entertained marriage."
"Not every man is a fiend, " said Mr. Lackamor, which was rather strange
Because he felt that every man's mind had a devil that saw all women in a perpetual lingerie age
And believed every woman saw this devil in all men of every color spectrum and race range.
"Take the next left," she guided, "what is it you do?
There was no reply, and so she asked, "Do you have a name?" - "Mr. Lackamor."
"Then the stories I've heard of the clinical Mr. Lackamor are true?"
She smiled, he gloomed, "stories?" he replied, but listened for more.
"Of a man as quiet and gentle as spring, but with a price in lieu
That though something of a metaphysical romantic, he was a single man to the core."
The clinical Mr. Lackamor stopped on a lonely street
The lady said, "we are here," and stepped to the roadside.
"You never told me your name, miss?" Mr. Lackamor never missed a beat.
"Miss Maples, Mr. Lackamor," then she was gone like a setting sun or a shrinking tide.
Years passed and stories were told, "Aye, she turn out to have hot lips and cold feet?"
"No," he would say, and though with a heartful of words, left that as his only reply.
"The loverless man and the porcelain lady are famous tales here."
"Robert, you and your brother, Salty Bob, are rumor mongers."
And Mr. Lackamor rose, gathering his things, finishing the last of his beer.
"Mr. Lackamor, why do I feel I won't be seeing you here any longer?"
With a sigh, he turned, "There is no loverless man or lingerie lady, years ago I wed her."
And though there are open lies and secret truths, Mr. Lackamor's clinical heart only made his
love stronger.
Red Rose Wine
Huddling hands
Around the cup
Of wept and
Bled away tears
Nail upon nail
Hammered away
Flogged the zeal
From our years
In the pool
Of red rose wine
Spilt over
The mosaic tile -
The crazy brave
Faces of the fortuned
Winced against
The light of day
The altar man
Prayed away
All of the sins
Manufactured today
Over The Rainbow
Life can be empty
And we can remember
Every tale once told
Teach me to be
Just another sinner
Save me before I grow old
Striding with every lie
Lying through every word
We're only humans, encased in stone
I want to be
Just another heartbeat
I want to feel the wound
If I could heal
Everyone else's pain
Perhaps they might let me live soon
Archael
Sun breaks sky
Light droplets plummet
Willowing green plants feed
Quenching thirst in my eyes
Distant bird's song
A summer breeze carries
Humble echoes into valleys
Where human voices hum strong
Upon dew-ridden knolls
People cluster and gather
A tower graces the horizon
In splendor, Feie flows without lull
Sight kneading dreams
Sound weaves into song
Wanting time to live forever
Feie flows through the tightest of seams
Erase angry thoughts
All gather in band
Silence falls, watching the tower
Memories long but not forgotten
Home
In a sickly shape
A branch sways overhead
As the needles fall upon my cape
I toast my mug of lead
A harmony of sound
From where my dream has run to
Damn, get back into town
Leave me here, with or without you
Settle down on the road again
Leave me under this tree
How can you stop what could never begin
A symphony of green, a flower, a bee
This is my everyday excuse for my dreams
To keep it alive when I know not what it is
Rivers run in beauty, as does this stream
They all live with laws, without cause
A hook overhead leaves me distant
A passing thought becomes my new dream
The chirp of a bird, loud, everlasting, persistent
All here is never as it seems
Gently, my friend, with your promises
Life runs with, on or over us
Dreams we live until the end and then dismiss
Brown bark overcome with moss
Thoughts to erratic to dream of my own dream
Action to reaction and all is lost before it is known
The rain falls silently and the house is clean
And it has room for me in its undergrowth
For Equal Rights -- Believe It, Or Not
The city is trapped in a blistering cold
Where roads spire to unpleasant ends
Brinn hikes her skirt and becomes ever so bold
Walking the miles of oppressive men
... yonder rests eternity
Pestilence, famine and disease
Breeding insane new life, alas
For life's glory, rest in peace
When all is gone, we are left with blades of grass
Yonder rests eternity, the glory knight
For under the fire's sun, the new garden grows
Fueled by the hate and corruption of night
The knowledge lost is the survival that grass knows
Green
Nature's last colour is green
Over the red and blue now unseen
Beneath a sun so serene
Comes the everlasting cold, nothing seen but green
Earthen land soldered deep
Waves of seas crash and seep
Feeding seeds to be reaped
Green subsides beyond oceans deep
Above the sky twinkles the stars
As I throw my gaze upon them afar
Burning and shining in seminar
Nothing lives forever, only green outlives the stars
The Rose In The Snow
The icy morn brings death
To a life as lovely as thee
In each drawing of breath
Nothing but white do I see
This chill seeps into my soul
The winter white has expunged
Life for this white cold
And the rose's song is sung
The trees sway in the winter breeze
As leaves fall in the afternoon
As a rose, lovely to see
Longing for it's loss quite soon
Nothing survives save that of the snow
They have found a homage in death
And I long to witness the rose in the snow
To fully understand life's breath
I must be in dream, for this is not real
Your hand in mine, and this I know
Only a kiss and our love will seal
But that is only a rose in the snow
A Cafe Rose
a cafe rose
lonely and old
rests upon a table
she's seen, she knows
the coffee's cold
The bread just a little stale
she wonders why
she hasn't seen a blue sky
in so long, so long
they call her wind
she'll blow her breath again
she's been a sage
everyone is at her age
they call her old
they call her cold
she is what they say
as the doors close
left to stand alone
petals in wilt
thorns mellow
a cafe rose
To Be Female
From these breasts
Milk shall feed the hungry
From this womb
A child shall be conceived
Through these loins
Life shall grace this Earth
From these nipples
He shall taste my secretion
Into this womb
He shall invade, erected
Through these loins
There will be a red heat of passion
Ears to hear
Words of love
Lips to speak
Baptized vows we shall cherish
Through these eyes
I gaze upon the life I love
And yet, something amiss
From these breasts
The milk is soured
Inside of my womb
Something sick and twisted grows
These loins no longer allow
The erect male passage
The world crumbles
Becoming shards of a shattered mirror
Gods word is but an echo
Deafening inside my ears
Against the cold floor
The woman dies in prayer
Leaving only a man
Somehow Magical
When magic licks the earth, it seems
In dream you hear the angels scream
As fire burns the seas, you look in the sky
When you needed him the green dragon lied
Hearts thick as mud
Antimony pentaflouride for blood
Nightshade on their breath
Dirt for life, dust for death
Unicorn, unicorn, whinny to the wind
If it bends, magic won't come from the virgin's hand
Leprechaun, dressed in Geia's green
Gold weans young hearts to life from years as teens
Godot and Poe
The "Kubla Khan" Joe
Byron and Joyce
Somehow lost their voice
Hearts thick as mud
Antimony pentaflouride for blood
Nightshade and opium on their breath
Dirt for life, dust for death
Waiting, waiting, waiting for a wish
Licking the ground for the taste of magic I miss
Cold skin to colder stone
Somewhere back there I was left all alone
Nightmare, nightmare, carry me away
One day it will never again be this way
Fairy elf, oh god not today
If I may, I will love you another day
When it will be true
When it will be new
Not so old
Somehow, magical
The Man Outside
With hearts so warm
They mellow to music
Without remorse
To the true sickness
Awaiting them outside
While I listen
To a heartbeat
Without recourse
To the Lord, our God
I pray for salvation
Hitherto, the dream
Beckons me further and further
Beyond the call of sanity
I can only feel the silk
Upon my skin
Naked Angels
Are angels in the kingdom of god naked?
Are they gay?
Do they love like we love or as I love you?
I had a dream many years ago.
I dreamt of ghosts in my mind and life.
They taught me to speak their language,
called the "So". So say the ghosts, for all words
are only metaphors for pure thought.
And that is the only way an angel can ever be pure
is in the nude. But, of course, that is only
what the ghosts say. In many forms of
prayer, the so-sayings remain of the strongest,
for they reach out to the spirits closest to you,
the ones playing the most important parts
in your life.
Silver wings grace clouds,
So said the herald that cried out loud
Clothed in the robes
That hide thing exposed in Eden,
So said Job, who in pain
Of loss, had every right and reason
So say the spirits
That dance through the night,
Where every human limit
Is exposed from the flight
So say the angels
Who are naked from time to time
They wear their clothes for the devils
Who wait quietly in our minds.
And there are things I'll say
In the quiet and peace of my time,
That proves I can be death to the so sayings,
Because the hill was just too high to climb
- on my own.
The Nature Of Somethings
whispers through trees
of you and me
echo in the breeze
with a playful tease
I say my love is true
but you are gone
before the sound reaches you
my words echo on
standing in the shadow
of the past morning light
hope is means only the somehow
it will be alright
Nature Born
(In Memory Of Debbie Simpson)
A leaf is natural born
Of the mother tree
Acorns blot out the ground
In an eiderdown soft memory
The derelict echoes
Of homeless birds, dampen
The blunt explosion
Of the mother tree that's fallen
In peaceful reverie
She lays under a halo
Of children and family
Home to squirrel and crow
When a tree falls in a wood
And no one shares the elation
All of creation shall hear
Her immortal salvation
Memory
Remember a memory rememory a thought
Inconsequential harmony a pain your love bought
The smoking chimney black despair, smokey and hot
White picket fence reverie the countenance we forgot
Sacred order we will not profane
Important feelings which bring such shame
Kiss the mirror of memory's name
Embrace the cold floor in a lonely lover's game
Another Memory
Natural harmony
In as much as can be found
Rests in a prayer
Where we reveal
What we've truly become
The sole memory
Of my soul's memories
Is that it needs to be
More than the flesh allows
Something that must be released
If the gods would only show me how
Wild Orchid
Exotic, exposed
Into thick gaseous fog
Shadowed overhead
Sewered at foot
Erotic, embraced
Feathery petals nurtured
Beautifully, golden trimmed
And white in full
Ecstasy, orgasmic [chorus of reeds] perfume the air
It pulses and throbs she knows you're there
Heated and hugged she knows you care
In a thick blanket smell my air
Solitary, isolated
Darkness washes away light
Moon shining down
Stunted by clouds overhead
Wild Orchid perfume the air
Blossom for me she knows you're there
Come to my hand she knows you care
I treasure your love smell my air
Wild Orchid: In Memory's Time
Saturate my petals, embrace my thorn
Cutting through your callous hide
Until you bleed like a babe freshly born
Your wails as loud as when you first cried
- A whisper of wind blows
over you each time you touch me;
it feels good
"I want only your mind
every moment of your life
in memory's time
I could even be your wife"
Blanket my loneliness, I am no rose
But place the stem inside the vase
Upon the sill, keep the window closed
And I will preserve for you my heavenly grace
But now I am cold, where have you gone?
There is no one to protect me
The only sound is my own willowing song
Is love lost what true love must be?
Prayer
There are dreams
and then prayers.
The line between them
A crossroad and the marble stairs.
Late and alone at night
I steepled my hands
God had somehow forgotten
To watch over this land
And a man without a prayer
is a man without his destiny
A woman without her hopes
is a woman without her family
Through astral eyes
I made way over marble
With all dream left behind
And in the sleep called night
There was no startle
For I awakened as I had slept
Alone, afraid
And in need
A mad cat lifted his head
And sponged milk in the August twilight
His needs had come true
But ours were unheard of, locked away tight
One night I flinched back
And gave the Father no name
Instead I looked into the heavens
And made a challenge for a god to claim
Answer this prayer
I'll know my soul is theirs
But only silence rung in the hallways
Through the crawl ways called mind
I prayed long and hard
For nights and years
Believing in something
That never believed back in me
The friendship tool was broken
The door is locked and there is no key
Pray, fold your hands, close your eyes, pray
Pray for each other, for you and me
No God should claim your soul
When they aren't giving you what you need
Hell is pain for a lifetime
Suffering for all your years
They tell you it will come if you sin
And I say we are already there
Aphrodite, Venus, Athena, Jesus, Mary and Yahweh
All know my needs
So I pray, in the name of the father,
And I awoke, tired, lifeless
A cantankerous old coot
Praying is asking to get what you need
So I don't plan on giving anyone of those 'so called gods' my soul
Until they make up their minds and ease this aching heart and mind.
Sure, I will ask
Another Prayer
Malcontent, this minstrel
Menstruates music
Of another kind
Shortened of magic
Each prayer more tragic
God left someone behind
Whispers in the dark
Once balanced the world
Now mean nothing
Boy, male
Father, son
Drifts apart
Until only scattered shards
Girl, female
Mother, daughter
Blends together
Until only a fade blur
And the power of prayer
Has no one that cares
At least on the listening side
Queens Of Fashion
Pray, say the Ones
The royals of fashions
Kilted and bloused
Their heads highly glossed
A precious few laces
Gather their scripted graces
Arm to ringed hand
Deafeningly loud in their band
A 2 O'clock Quiet
Down the stairs
South of everything held good
Someone slipped their share
Someone missed their chance
Wind singing before the window
And a gusty face through the door
Package in hand, prize to show
With tears in my eyes which I try to hide
Two O'clock and the silence grows louder
On the other end I heard you breathe
A place where the lonely share the rent
Then the madman cried with no place to live
Razor Burned Legs
Lithe beneath the silk
They twist and turn
Drift and dream
In pools of honey milk
Sleep offers dream
With love and hate
Soap operas and drama
All through the night it seems
Almost every man has hairy legs
The kind that are thick
And rubbery when in sleep
Feeling like a lady's razor burned legs
The Regal Couple
Eyes stole the blue
Out of the sky
A voice deafened the life
From the green mountainside.
A black, rank tar
Pitted in my stomach
Crept over my throat
For I could no longer breathe.
I took the match,
Holding it to her eyes
Watching the reflection,
Looking into her soul.
It was lonely in there,
Like a desert flower
That knows no rain,
A life that wants just the same.
The musky air was hard to hold
With each labored lungfull
And as I held the icy hand in mine
I wondered why I had done this at all.
The Rubber Ducky Of Life
Life is like a rubber ducky.
You sit and bob in the bath tub of life,
Subjected to the waves of cellulite thighs
Plunging into soap-scummy water.
Sometimes your head goes under
Or you plug up the drain, but you never really
Have control over how you ride the thunder-thigh waves
Or how well you last in the steamy water.
Sometimes your own squeaky-hole gets fouled up
And you have to wait until
Someone steps on you to get it cleared out.
Sometimes you have to put a leash on your rubber ducky
And let it pull itself around the bath tub.
Sometimes you have to squeeze your own sides
So your squeaky-hole is loud and
clear and fresh from bath tub soap scum.
Sometimes life is like a rubber ducky,
You just have to sit back and smile
and thank God you weren't made an inflatable Barney.
Feel For Me, Feel For You
Occasionally you'll stand alone
Sometimes stand without fear
Times will come and times have gone
Times we share are growing near
We met so many hours ago
And the words you said so loud
I simply want to hear your voice
And the way you feel when you scream it loud
How does it feel, how does this feel
To know you are wanted in more ways than one
How does it feel, how does this feel
To know you could share your life with someone
I felt the cold far too soon before the storm
These friends I have are like soundless ghosts
Tomorrow I may see another girl come
But just let me know how you feel when it shows
Sniffing eiderdown blossoms in a desert heat
It has to make for a busy day
There is a warmth in me that is another heat
And I want to know what you feel everytime I say
goodbye to you
goodbye to you
hello again
tomorrow
and each new day
I love you
in some new way
Streetlamp On Wicked Bridge
Love
Consumes a thousand words
To digest a pure
Wickedness
Poets
Literary pawnbrokers
Have sold their souls for love.
Oh yes,
They are the ones who define
It as cantankerous
And humiliating
But they at least experience it
Like neither you nor I may
For they see how powerful
This love
Can be.
We work for our bread
And hard, leaden water
While we are told
What love is.
Love, in a thousand words, more or less,
Is a light which shines
When no one looks
And no one cares
Over the single woman
Who has thrown herself from a dreary climb
Into colder, lonelier waters below.
Life,
The Wicked Bridge
From birth to death, spanning death
In all of its natural beauty
Yet still we fear it,
And it leads nowhere.
It is only a moment away
From eternity.
And love is the streetlamp
Which lights our way
Just before death consumes us,
Saving us from the
Wickedness.
Janet's Swing
Janet left work and walked
Homeward bound, fettered
Imprisoned within the shackles
Of memory and thoughts
Regurgitated dream
Vacancy boring her eyes
Hollow mind and spirit
Humming Buffet absently
A token short
She misses the bus
And is forced to wait
For her next ride
Green in a steel jungle
A park spread
Weak and weary
She stopped
And sat down
Upon a swing
With a push of her legs
Higher she rose
Only to fall
Backwards again
When she went up
The world went down
And when she went down
The world was again
And she went up
And down
Again and again
Rising to freedom
Sinking back into a rheumy world
When she went up
The world went away
She continued until
The end of day
And her ride took her away
Wild Wolves
unchain my heart
like a stray ray of sun
peaking over mountaintops
leading rabbits on the run
through pastures of green
and gay screams
of perfumed flowers
unchain my heart
dear friend of royalty
crowned with trees
and your speciality
i will never be lost
or forget your name
titan of the woodland
unchain my heart
and i will send to you
the color of my love and
my very soul it's true
and we shall dance
and howl in fame
alone in wild wolf love
a reflection of a woman's age
Woman, you're old
Like time, and stone
No longer warm
Blood curdled and cold
Forgetting things always known
Woman, don't cry
Quiet tears, it's all gone
Long ago he died
When your hearts couldn't fly
You've only a faded memory to show
Woman, there's no time
To grieve for lost ones and sin
Prepare to receive
Punishment for your crime
Of being true until the end
A splinter has rekindled
The embers of your kindness
In debt to those you remembered
You've one last time to dance
The Loser
"What the hell,
All I can do is lose."
Or win. Or begin again.
But I had lost.
And what a cost!
Nothing but an ounce of pride.
It was all I had
And I should be glad
That I have finally been humbled.
Until they come
To humiliate me once more.
Natural Selection
Loose in life
We falter at each pebble
Fearing some knife
To separate us from that
Which we love so dearly.
We embrace natural selection
For it escapes society's choice
And a woman may love the voice
Of another woman
Or a man a man
I tell you they can
It is natural selection
One Day
Somedays I forget to thank God
For a new day, to begin again
And yesterday's triumphs
With each new pain
The healing heart takes it away
And sometimes I am too busy
To ask help for someone else
So when I pray
And hear no "Amen," it's okay
Because He can get busy too
Help other people enjoy
A new day
Frady Cat
The frail cat
A skeletal billow of fur
Falls down, down, down
Scratched and scented by catnip stars
All around, round, round
In a chaotic, anarchial blur
Discrimination Is One Hundred Percent Universal
From shackle and shame
Have my eyes opened
Bound to words of skin tone
Told what to say, not to name
A wave of sea grasps
In firm, antiquated reverie
I reign supreme in silence
Imprisoned within my own tasks
Pale caution catch not my mind
Though with Solomon's seal at my neck
And a warm hand and knife at my back
We are all a mortal kind
The Lord of Discipline
He frequents fairies
Fine whores a finger high
Naked ladies that tease
But do not satisfy
Yesterday the scribe came late
Today not at all
Upon his knees he begged
Until all was silent
Until his fall
The Decay of Sand
Somewhere a foot print
Follows another and another
Leading to Heaven
Somewhere the sand decays
And the footprints vanish
Forever
Tall Boy
I remember being
The small one
Who knew only
Her freedom as a girl
Soon to be a woman
Until I crept
Far, too far
Into the water
When "tall boy"
Took me in his arms
Cos none of us could swim
Innocent Miss Magic
Mother, memorize my laughter and longings
To tell them of my miracles - magic
Carefully and closely caress hands of healing
This world will call me
- Innocent Miss Magic
A young woman with stars in her eyes
And friends down roads she has yet to go
Through blue skies, on wings of magic will she always fly