One
A midnight call between stars and sky
Leaves me asking, “Which way will I go in the days of Flame?”
To which they say “To her, to her, forever to her.”
Heat and Sand and Blood frame the windows as I walk to her.
Two
A midnight call between stars and sky
I am left to gasp “Where do I go, and why?”
The brilliant night has no concern
And the black-hued heavens give no reply
Forming between them a web of light and thought
Which I have draped my heart over, thinking it iron-wrought.
Three
A midnight call between stars and sky
Causes my heart to cry
“What will come in the days of Flame?
I am a seeker of passion and fame.”
And alone, the vast darkness and the ocean of light
Came together to produce the quiet of true Night.
Four
A midnight call between stars and sky
Finds me pausing to blink an eye
And let gravity guide a single drop
Past the surging of heart’s blood and into place.
Or
A midnight call between stars and sky
Finds me smiling and winking an eye
At the shining Moon, who laughs with me from on high
And leaves me smirking until she dies.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Foggy Thursday
Foggy Thursday grips me tight
He blankets the city, winning the fight
But Foggy Thursday is a friend
He brings the clarity to an end
Oh Thursday, don’t let go
You hid the world we knew
And covered the dump with misty magic
When you leave, it becomes tragic
So come back soon, Foggy Thursday
I need your clouds to shroud the way.
He blankets the city, winning the fight
But Foggy Thursday is a friend
He brings the clarity to an end
Oh Thursday, don’t let go
You hid the world we knew
And covered the dump with misty magic
When you leave, it becomes tragic
So come back soon, Foggy Thursday
I need your clouds to shroud the way.
Miscommunicatis
Signal interference
Flings your noise from ear to ear;
A web of understanding
With threads in disarray
Your face is passion, your movements grace
But the sounds you make
Have as much sense
If they were said from the bottom
Of a lake.
Flings your noise from ear to ear;
A web of understanding
With threads in disarray
Your face is passion, your movements grace
But the sounds you make
Have as much sense
If they were said from the bottom
Of a lake.
Gravitas
The cars flow by and the signs share the glow
And an entire city blooms into colorful riot
But my world remains thick and grey, and
I am so heavy
Laughter rings and revelers chime
Rippling the monotone waters
Around the island I become because
I am very heavy
You look for me but I can't
Be found, my last words bubbles
Coming from the ground;
I am too heavy
We bear it on our backs and necks
But hardest hit is our heart, a wreck
Never knowing a hand of healing
I am now heavy.
And an entire city blooms into colorful riot
But my world remains thick and grey, and
I am so heavy
Laughter rings and revelers chime
Rippling the monotone waters
Around the island I become because
I am very heavy
You look for me but I can't
Be found, my last words bubbles
Coming from the ground;
I am too heavy
We bear it on our backs and necks
But hardest hit is our heart, a wreck
Never knowing a hand of healing
I am now heavy.
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