Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Soil
The seeds planted by dirty feet
A soil of dreams and tryptamines
Floating hope and imagining
Bodies piled on the banks of ancient water
Burned in a heap of curiosity
They mourn the ones trapped inside
Then journey away from home
As soil for the soles who guide
Sunday, March 18, 2012
She carries a fearless grin
He starts with a shameless smile
She ends his gesture with a friendly salute
Then he continues on his way, unafraid
She carries a fearless grin with the weight of an empty box
Unaware whether the shape is fashionable
He glances and acknowledges without pretense
Without preconception
A world without celebrity
That would be wonderful
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
On wings and in dreams
Away from the disproving eyes of piety
Unknown to the would be chaperons
They moved together
As others moved apart
On wings and in dreams
Gone is final judgement
And never waning trust
She gazed into his eyes
As if the mountain’s top
Sought her for a home
Then she smiled for the very first time
Sunday, March 11, 2012
The old metal rusting
Quietly, it rolls
To the center of a town
The shiny metal glaring
As the servants set it down
The bustle of all traffic
Is brought to a sudden stop
The primal peoples gather
And their savage jaws drop
Kneeling with their offerings
They sacrifice and pray
Begging for forgiveness
Of the crimes that they create
They plea for an end to suffering
While offering pain as bait
Faithful to their ritual
They wait, and they wait, and they wait
Silently, it sits
Idle in the town
The old metal rusting
With no polish to be found
Thursday, March 8, 2012
The Choke
Intense desire
A rope, cord, a wire
The end approaching
Coming short, going long
As Lady Death sings his favorite song
He choked himself to sleep
He chased away his dreams
The moment when the noose got tight
Was when he felt the most alive
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Shepherd's Pie
Walking on the softest feet
Each step is a price to pay
With saddened eyes and tears, her statue bleeds
As her followers kneel and pray
Sign and fade
They follow the hollow sounds
Shine and blaze
As they open the gate to the graves
Sheering off the softest fleece
This garment is a disguise
Upon this flock, the wolf pack eats
An unholy shepherd’s pie
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Jewelry and wine
With dancing lights
The diamond shined twice
She paused for a moment
As time became ice
A proper promise
All by his design
A proposal with presents
Jewelry and wine
Outside it was snowing
Frosting the windows inside
But it was warm under the blankets
The perfect place to hide
As the years became decades
Age was not unkind
First love is a magic
That kept them young all their lives
The diamond shined twice
She paused for a moment
As time became ice
A proper promise
All by his design
A proposal with presents
Jewelry and wine
Outside it was snowing
Frosting the windows inside
But it was warm under the blankets
The perfect place to hide
As the years became decades
Age was not unkind
First love is a magic
That kept them young all their lives
Saturday, March 3, 2012
The lost ones gather
On the ears
Of silent whispering
Flick the tongues
Of fiery blistering
As the tears
For loved ones missing
Contrast the cheer
Of lovers kissing
The lost ones gather
Forming an unseen line
Unknown to history
Hidden from time
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