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UntitledA pine needle grows on the end of its branch
Amongst its many siblings.
It’s the soft kind, the long kind,
Not the short and spiky ones which bite
Deep when you grab them.
I reach up and touch her, marveling
At the smooth surface, the
Light give of her back when I ruffle
Her gently with but a fingertip.
I run my fingers through the others,
Their cool faces a contrast
To the rough, fragrant bark they cling to.
Today is a day of strange breezes,
The breed which are not stiff, yet
Not quite gentle. The kind that don’t seem
To know where they’re blowing.
“Hello, little needle! How I know
What it is to be tossed about on the
Winds of life! How tedious,
But we all hang on somehow!”
My eyes watch the sun as it flicks over
The tree’s many broad arms, the lower branches
Dappled in muted shades of green. The contrast
Is deliciously striking.
I think this is what artists bleed for,
A silent beauty that is louder
Than the human world around it.
You Made Me -- For My ParentsYou made me. One of you lent the seed,
The other the fertile ground in which I took root,
Together creating an earthen cradle in which I
Grew until I was ready for the world.
You made me. Together, you tended me,
In times which I remember not,
When I was but a young sprout in a world of trees
And equal wildfire.
You made me. You raised me up to a
Young sapling, my branches new but
Sturdy in your giant’s grip,
Confident in your confidence in me.
You made me. Patient, you guided my growth
Like skilled botanists, pushing my branches
In directions most suitable, and most appreciated.
You made me. You brought me into
A world which is unkind, yet showed me kindness
And raised me in love. I stand strong on the roots
Of your creation, stand confident in the shape
You made me.
You made me.
Madame InnocenceSnow White stands at the brothel window,
Her red lips voluptuous in a face of white china.
Her black hair shines deep purple in the candlelight,
Her tresses flowing generously, the red hairband long gone,
The strands curling invitingly in their freedom.
Her brown eyes flicker in the flame’s soft light,
And she smiles at her reflection. Her dress was
Retailored, the blue of the top caressing well-defined
Breasts, a body which Prince Charming knew not how to handle.
Fabric shimmering silk, cool to the touch.
Doc, the oldest dwarf, stands at her back,
Hair slicked, body clad in black leather, a thick chain
Of silver and ruby mined by his own hands
Hanging lightly around his muscled neck. “Madame,”
He interrupts, “There’s someone here to see you.”
Snow White smiles, her lips red, delicious. “Ah,” she whispers, her voice
Curling the toes of every one of the dwarves in the place,
“She’s come. Send the old girl in. You boys’ll
The Party[He calls out invitingly from the front step of a large house, looking dashingly perfect in a brilliant black tux and jeweled rings on his fingers, eyes bright and his hair dark, every individual hair in place] Welcome to the party! Drinks and food are on the table, but there's not enough for everyone, and some of the food and drink is contaminated (but it's safe, I swear.) [He winks almost playfully, coughing quietly] Pardon me. That does remind me though; there's only one doctor in the house and with there being so very many of you, if something goes wrong or someone gets sick I'm afraid you may very well be out of luck. You may show yourself out or you may allow someone else to remove you from the premises. I would personally recommend waiting.
[He smiles, slight furrows in his skin branching from the corners of his eyes, which are losing their spark] The music is great, the company grand, and the love here is sweeter than you can imagine. Watch who you love however; you might be ki
Silence of the SensesTell me, can you see it?
No, of course you cannot;
The world is moving too swiftly
For your narrowed sight
To discern the lies
Which are set before it.
Tell me, can you hear it?
No, it's not possible;
The sounds here are simply too pure
For your pained ears,
Stained and damaged by
The earth's painful whimper.
Tell me, can you smell it?
No, there's simply no way;
The sweet scents of this quiet place
Are hidden by Man's
Stench of greed and folly.
Tell me, can you feel it?
No, it's out of your reach;
Your hands are burned with insolence,
Your heart obscured by
A lack of compassion.
Tell me, can you taste it?
No, you are unable;
The flavor here is trivial
To the cutting taste
Of your acrid dissent.
Do you yet understand?
No, you are unaware;
You do not see how the world
Is connected, that we
Are in this together.
It is this ignorance
Which will destroy you,
And you will take us with you
For we are all One
Upon a dying world.
Prayer to Nut
Dear Goddess of the Sky,
May you protect us from harm
As your body of perfection
Arcs above our lives below.
May your passion and kindness
Infuse our lives with love
And desire that is pure and
Clean in its innocent intent.
Dearest Nut, daughter of Ra,
May your eyes watch us in
Life, and then in Death,
Until we are born again.
Prayer to Hathor
Goddess of Moon and Sky,
Of Motherhood and Fertility,
May your gifts touch those of us you see.
May we always be open to your
Sweet touch and embrace,
To your love which has no end
And breathes fresh energy
Into our lives.
Hathor, Goddess of Many Things,
May your presence protect us,
Cradled between your ivory horns,
And may you care for us
When the sun of this life sets
And we are left to our Afterlife.
Prayer to Ma'at
Goddess of Order,
May you hold my life
In Balance and Harmony
As you hold the universe.
May your Honesty and Truth
Help me to see through
That which is false and misleading
And to perceive only what is Truth.
Goddess of Justice,
May your hand guide
My own and keep me from
Disturbing my Balance of Self.
This Love You Never Knew
Every time my heart does beat
It sings a melody,
For every time my heart does beat
It sings a song for thee.
As sweet as early morning dew,
And soft as whispers sweet,
It spins a loving tale for you
And lays it at your feet.
And at your feet the tale still sings
Of love and faith both true.
Aloud and clear above all things:
A love you never knew.
It sings in sun and moonlight,
It sings in rain or snow.
It warbles out with all its might
And yet you'll never know...
You'll never know how pure it is,
How truly sweet the sound;
For it's so deep, it truly is
Your name is whispered through my veins,
Your eyes shine in the night
Reflected in the window panes
Amid the pale moonlight.
The sweetened chords of love are yours
For now and ever more.
The heart for which mine beats is yours;
It's you whom I adore.
Forever now, and then a day
My heart will sing for you.
My love for you will never stray,
This love you never knew.
breathe that soul straight down my throatyou are my full-lipped muse
and half-lidded siren
humming a broken chorus
breathing to a metronome
sighing in crescendo
an evangelizer of acoustics
the ministry of instrumentals
I've been baptized
in your anarchist hymns
you've made me a believer
of vinyl and a religion without god
Dream a Reachunsilence the words
that your tongue
can't find or form
sing something new
sing an angel's wing
from tongue to sky
shake the undone and fly
like a dead jesus
i speak in tongues
less true than infinite
we dream unguided
the eras and acts
that we hold up
as our crowning
(before we can fly)
i burn another pocket
into the side of the fire
inhabitable, but captive
i put my hand in
my life in
and faith, i pound you
into every hole
and cosmic pore
between atoms and reactions
(so i can fly)
a broken sky
has dropped its fire
over eternity's shipwreck
and i sweat
alien notes, tempos
i wish and whisper
into the only air pocket
left on earth
(so it can fly)
and i'm back
within the deep again
of this heavy unbreathing
mask sewn shut
i still, and forever,
dream a reach, flight
into a safe sky
a sunrise, sunset,
(that i can remember)
INFINITELY LILITHI am not dead for I cannot die,
once Man thought I could be easily misused,
exiling me to an epilogue no longer remembered
as he blotted out my blush from staining
the Earth's chrysalis rind, if only he knew
that beneath my touch knowledge took root
and pumpkins were hollowed out into shapes
-seedless and skinless-as infinite as the mind.
I am not dead, I cannot die
for I am the memory of primevel bliss,
though blackened my skeleton still exists,
licking the Silence clean so my name can
bite more soundly, a thousand serpents hiss
from my nebula center, welcoming to me
my children who bring the blood that feeds
my dessicated garden, ravenously growing,
I cannot regret for I live too purely to repent
the pushing and prodding of my blossoms to be
known by the timeless exuberance of eons past,
in the Moonlight I move and speak of dark things
not really dead and the light not really blessed
without me being known first, infinitely I say
I am not dead for I cannot die.
I am Lilith.
In the WoodsIn the woods my spirit wanders
it goes where now my feet shall follow
the trees, they speak with silent tongues
where wind will pass through every branch
my eyes alight with newfound life
I know this is my lasting home
the ground beneath receives me warmly
soft-spun soil has kissed my feet
the air around has touched me deeply
soaking in my every pore
the birds are singing in the trees
with peeping frogs drawn up and down
the waters of the streams are murm’ring
the distance now is not so far
and what is near is father still
the world it breathes in through the roots
where my soul is rising to
digging deep in untold heights
my spirit wanders with the breeze
here is where my people lived
where they fought and drank and built and died
the forest is our endless home
whence our finest tribes did hail
fare we well to come back home now
to bring soft flesh to bare
bear it out along the way
softest skin on rough hewn bark
the palm may breathe in with the wood
and out the lungs give a cath
The Lost Who WanderI find myself
at the feet of a god,
not with expectation,
praying falsely for
of divine intervention,
but out of sheer desperation,
like those who murmur
prayers to St. Jude,
within the darkness
where there is none
over the rocks
with the blind,
not counting how many
along the way,
all to hear enigmatic
from the parched
of a mad woman
with hallucinatory visions
living in a cave
which sweeps over me
in waves of nausea.
I martyr myself
for your pain,
and grieve unaccountably
for your loss,
it seers through me,
like St. Sebastian
I find myself penetrated
full of holes, bearing the marks
of a guilt which should
never have been my own.
But that dose not entirely
absolve me, there is
no escape from my own
all I can do is watch you
and wait for dead prayers
to be answered
by the indifferent
sages who devour
our fates making
bets as they attempt
at the endisthmus tossed over the edge
wipes the bull's back
in the odourless sun
the tiger could rest
could perhaps be crossed
the temple is marble,
white and final
the boy stands up
Now, BecauseNow is the time to be tough.
Even though you don't want to be,
even though you'd rather just weep.
Now is the time to be strong.
Even though everything in you cries,
screams against it.
Now is the time to be happy.
Even though all you care about is fading,
falling rapidly into the background.
Because weeping does nobody good.
Not even you.
Because faltering only hurts you.
Not even screams help.
Because happiness is the glue
that is holding you
that is keeping you
from bursting apart at the seams.
Because even though everything, everything
Is falling away and is meaningless,
("Meaningless! Meaningless!" cries the Teacher)
You still need to ignore your grief
Keep moving and
It'll be fine.
Now is the time to be tough.
Even though it's so hard,
the hardest thing you've ever done.
Now is the time to be strong.
Even though yo
UntitledToday, Father, we need Your aid
For in the in the present, battles rage
With Your guidance, victory will be made
And Your praise will be sung from age to age
Memories of Days of Peace to ComeMemories of Days of Peace to Come
Midnight, silence echoes through the void;
A sight once seen, the earth ever recalls.
In wordless wait, time comes to an end;
A tale of anguish, by curse and decay,
To be cleansed by the coming of a King.
Heat goes away as all things perish;
Universe being poured out unto death,
Longing for the hour of redemption,
Whence the high price of man's sin is paid,
Foretold since the old days of the fall.
Mountains weep with great tears from the heights;
Magma blood erupts through earthbound pores;
Pressure tightens the core in the deep.
Humble, the moon comforts grounded cries;
Thrice the quakes submit to divine will.
All of nature stands tortured and shamed
By the bloody hands of foul mankind;
Murderous, desecrating the holy.
The deep growl of God's wrath reverberates
Like judgement on atoning innocence.
Starlight pierces the black of the night;
Words of white tell their ancient witness.
The firmament bleeds its precious glow;
Holy brilliance she
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