Render
It happens once in a blue moon.
But that would depend upon your definition of often.
I’m glad we have the sun to share.
And that you greet it earlier than I.
I don’t have to see your face to share this space.
I have too many things coming at me at once.
I have to hold my head, save the rendering.
1/07/09
Ha
Your drugs are nothing compared to my mania.
I once had a Goddess appear before me.
She whispered the future in my ear.
I like the taste of tears.
Love me unconditionally.
And I will eat your pain.
Waking dreams have led me to many places.
I have absorbed a myriad of emotions.
Placed before me was a golden path.
I found something not quite alive.
Breathing so very softly.
And I stood my ground.
A flame and a feather caught my wondering attention.
I just had to switch out my dreams.
It was then that I found my way home.
1/9/09
Edge (lyrics)
Are you smitten?
Because I know I am.
Brutal in nature.
And kind by design.
I talk with my eyes and hands.
Sucking on the acid tongue.
Am I just a deduction to you?
I would rather sit in the light than walk in the dark.
Chorus:
Twisted.
Woven.
Tight.
Now.
Then.
Before.
Take my edge off.
Abstractly is how I think.
I hate groups.
I like it to be all about me.
Chorus x 2
1/16/09
The Wheel
Lovely little thing.
I hear your tiny sighs.
Zzzzzzzzzzz…
Zzzzzzzzzzz…
Your delicate fingers curled.
God kissed you.
I feel your mark,
relatively speaking.
Long turns the Wheel.
Hush, hush.
All silent now.
Sounds of dreams.
Gliding by.
Inhaling you.
Verifying what is known.
Ever so gently.
No bounds.
Met or unmet.
Every blink,
a moment lost.
Near to One than,
ever before.
Wispy crown.
Rest easy.
Everyone will accept.
Accept the blessedness.
Slowly turns the wheel.
Over and again.
Never to stop.
1/22/09
Steel
I hid my steel eyes behind a book
I saw
I saw
I saw
You took
She moves without sound
I knew it
I knew it
All encompassed, bound
Away
Away
Away from here
Afterward
Afterward
Afterward
It did not seer
Ready and rift
For now
For now
I accept the gift
It was an accidental worship
Never to be spoken of
Never to be spoken of
And then it happened, the slip
The result of vast need
In me
In me
In me
Touch me where I bleed
1/31/09
Abate
I put a penny in my shoe to remind me that I have wealth. Pennies above my doors bestow health.
Handmade charged silver coils adorn my lobes.
I breathe in the scent of my abode.
I see and I hear.
I am alone without fear.
I know a change is on the verge of bursting upon me.
Patient is essential for me to be.
Laden tokens of wishes dropped into a well.
I only ask for small phenomenon.
I sense and I feel.
I bleed for the deal.
I am revealed and accepting of what is to come.
Many are championed to reach the sum.
Stories are shared in the light.
I am justified on this full moon night.
I wait and abate.
I don’t question my fate.
2/8/09
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