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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.
One tear... dearly spent. (Act-I)
I see their faces, they, the unloved ones, dry eyes, no smiles, just a stark and desperate gaze, bereaved of care, hope, love.
Each little face gazing bleakly on through the fractured glass of a picture frame, but not at me...
I lay it down, gently. For I'll find no comfort in it, only remnant shards of a forgotten memory, one soon to pass with me long into the halls of eternity.
This the equal sum of all my years. One just memory, fare earned, bought at a fair price, one of ill deeds and a blackened soul.
I feel pain, for myself, for this world, for the last time. Also fear, so real to me now, that he, this dark loathsome one, would leave me behind.
Unwanted as unworthy, to remain here, a fool in purgatory.
The cold now grips me as if embraced by it, just as a mother would an inconsolable child.
I look into the deepest dark, and ask him. "What is Hell like?" He took no notice, and ask me for the time.
But his question went unanswered, for the
PetrichorI walk without an errand for the mind.
I must be homeless.
Neighboring enclaves separate our spaces,
belie their builders’ mirthless exhaustion.
Not even necessity can be blamed
for these mud-struck, brittle gourds,
these quick nests of vasculous organs
pulsing with their peculiar tyrannies,
briefly scuttling from their hovels
like sun refugees
darting into gleaming storefronts
waffled in concrete misery
all to forestall the end of their souls.
Where can we go when we only want to breathe?
Sitting in a park bench,
trillion-visioned, crowned with galaxies,
I can rest my weary invention.
I sense the weight of an unseen player,
a secret stratagem
as she moves her piece into the glade.
I’m set in place, yet unopposed.
Uncombined with lovers, children,
the slow parade of trees and heat,
I lay beside these stalwarts,
at once, still and hurtling
throughout the travesty of time.
I assemble a cumulus intelligence
near the playground,
threatening Summer with three days
EnchantedA golden apple tang
Heralds summer's brightest fire
But I prefer to amble in
In the darkest corners
There are no haunted whispers
And only caramel shadows
Transfer daylight's memories
For unto me the stars
Snapping leaves leading moonlight
Are not my coldest lonely hour
But a renewal of soul
Desperate for YouDay by day
Block by block
Tree by tree
Tear by tear
Day by day
Trials and temptation at my door
As the grass grows in the world
My soul being put to the test
Day by day
Every hour and every second
Realizes that I am desperate for the Lord
For the Lord to hold me from falling
Lord, I'm desperate for You
My heart tears and wears from a lack of Your wisdom
I thirst and hunger for You
Lord, You hear my cries and You know that I am desperate for more of You
Lord, You are the only who fills my lungs with air
Lord, You are the only that speaks words into my mouth
Lord, You are the only one that makes my heart beat louder than drums
I'm desperate for more of You; Lord, I'm desperate for You
Teach me Lord to worship You with all that I am on my knees
To depend on You and have Your way in every part of my life
Lord, I am desperate for more of Your love
Lord, I am desperate for more of You in my life
You are the only one that will last forever
You are the only one that will love forever
You are t
Damaris: Foreign GodWhat is this message that you bring,
what is this "good news" that you preach?
Who is this strange God from afar -
and what should it matter to me?
We are Greeks - we have our gods,
more gods than you.
What's a foreign god to me?
Your story's nice -
but what's it to me?
But you say
was always there,
even when I did not see Him.
has always cared
for all the world
even though we did not know it -
for this God
is the creator
and all mankind is his -
is the sustainer,
who provides for all that is.
This is no foreign God
but the one true God of all -
and that's why it matters to me.
is the one who made me.
is the one who knew me
before I even knew myself.
cares not only for one people -
for all the peoples on earth are His.
In Him we live,
in Him we move,
in Him we have our being -
is the true God
hauras (fragments)English version below
kastepisara kielon luomessa
peitteesi lehden suojassa
heräsit unestamme aamuun
in a dream,
a dewdrop on a petal
in the shadow of your leaves
you awoke from our dream
a new morning
your tears and i to mist;
yesterday to oblivion.
Soul of fire;
Yet always the same.
Shall I write to thee
On this hot summer day,
While I wait for the paint to dry?
Who so many fear and loathe
To the very last day that they live.
Who so effortlessly stole my heart
Before I knew I had one to give.
Parent of monsters;
A term so subjective,
As you and I know
So very well.
Shall you smile again
In the face of adversity,
And every wound and weakness belie?
As you do,
By telling naught but truth.
As you must,
To frail sensitivities soothe.
You are not,
Though you'll pretend to it
You can be,
Upon no terms but your own,
Free and untameable spirit;
You belong to none
Yet, for better or worse,
To any and everyone else.
EverydayYou're going to be good,
You're gonna be great.
Don't even hesitate.
Take your chance.
Take a risk.
It's not just about luck.
It's time for change.
You knew where you were.
You may not know where you are now,
But do you know where you're headed?
"Don't look back unless you're going there."
Is the person in the mirror really you?
Do you know who you are?
Did you know that whenever you look at someone, you think about them.
When you look at one another,
Do you see you
Or someone else?
Sometimes it seems life will never change.
But you can.
"Every second is a chance to turn your life around."
If you're alive right now,
You have a reason to live.
"Everyday" is another word for "Opportunity".
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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