These Swings Ain't For Kids

Your mind's a cornmaze for me,

Heathen with a jungle-gym heart.

Your body's been my playground

And church in equal parts.

Running rampant through your halls,

Bouncing from bed to bed;

Fervent consuming in your favour,

Pouring oil over your head.

On weakened knees I worship,

Converting a saint into your sinner.

Left begging atop bed frames,

Tantric teaching for a beginner.

On our backs is beauty noticed;

Home sought in wrinkled sheets.

Whittle away hours toying

Where the church and playground meet.

Heart Strings Bound and Braided

Happiness felt years ago

Reminding me of joys once known

Every moment brings me home

-when you speak I come undone

When you laugh, my blood slows

Hum and my heart keeps its beat

Say "Goodnight" and I do

These are sincerest feelings

As best as I can describe them

- when I hear your laugh, I almost faint

speak and I come un-glued

as you breathe I sink into its melody

And when you say "Sweet dreams" I do

I think only of you as I stare at the moon

Beautiful that you see it too

How I hope to feel you here soon

-laugh and feathers tease my stomach

As you speak I melt into it

you breath, I grin so silly

That when you say "Take care" I do

At night staring at the vacuous ceiling

My mind filling in blanks as I talk to you

I don't know how I've been living till now

Without this joy you bring

You need to know you’re the reason my heart sings

If you never laughed, I think my heart would break

Keep silent, and it would be too much to take

If you died, I surely would too

Say "Goodbye" and I couldn't live without you

Lady of Lost Causes

Eyes like sullen moons, light reflecting empty,

longing spirits and riveting black.

Stripes along your back worn proudly;

Boasting of victories long since passed—

Stirring up the loves you lost along the path.

Inner chords plucked; a playful vibration quivering

pleasure up though riotous core.

Beliefs briefly put on hold; cautiously

approaching slow coursing ecstasy. Soaking

thoughts in heat, setting hearts on a bed of coal.

No tree to tremble under and lay silently weeping,

for love, it’s passed. All’s left is lust;

Filling yet viciously empty-- void of warmth.

Tugging the tender parts, wanton crows

pluck apart what’s left of a beautiful soul.

 

 

Faking It

You’re sewing sequins in your skin,

Washing in watercolors.

You’re beating away breaths of who you’ve been;

The bane of conservative mothers.

You’re painting on plastic expressions,

Masking maddened eyes.

You’re ripping away the shame

That began between your thighs.

Never asked the devil for attention,

But blundered onto his path.

Never teased to taste his tongue

That felt of silken ash.

Never meant to fall into his fever;

A delicious, sordid doom.

Never expected the pain

That welled within your womb.

So in time try to heal the torn bits

But the brokenness only builds.

So purge the poisonous pleasures

That every curving crevice fills.

So trim yourself with tinsel

To hide these hideous flaws.

So maybe you can cope

With losing what's most precious of all.

Gypsy Blood

Love enduring till the heavens rain red

And stars fall from space.

Through all pain and panic,

Despite each fall from grace.

Love still as the earth bleeds light

And the sky cries fire.

As the sun sets on time,

And the angels begin to tire.

Pine needles silhouette starbursts in the sky;

As the rain sings me your latent lullaby.

Darting dragonflies stir up the lost

Memories of happiness and its heavy cost.

Love hot like sun scorched land;

A windstorm to whip away doubt.

Secrets slain in passions name

Lost in what heat is all about.

Thunder couldn’t rattle these reckless bones

Daring dreams born in your eyes

Eager tongues twist in adventure

Love never lived by the wise.

 
 

Dungeons of Jerusalem

Tip your glass again, sons and daughters; you claim another victory

One punctuated by the broken piled at your chapel doors

You’ve fought with olden quotes; used to slay, used to remedy;

Maddening theoretical royalty festering in open sores

Without aide of your Father’s name you’re counted as worthless

Brains caught continuously on a one track circuit

Hypothetical peace taught trembling through razor verses

Humanities blight is the dangerously ignorant zealot

Why proudly persecute the already weary and world-worn?

Preach love to the ones you bloodied; kill with kindness

Poison laced around the sweet words your tongues adorn;

Then return home to lying smiles and your pit of blindness

Hell sports similar barren walls,

More sin occurs in hallowed halls

 

 

Seiken Densetsu III

I arose to purple ozone and alabaster moon

On the darkened jungle floor as I always do

Clutching tightly the soft bit of warmth of my only friend

The one thing that hasn’t been taken from me

Blood against blood I roam uselessly

The towers of God are where I make my home

Carved into earth- sturdy conglomerate stone

Searching out the light of my life adamantly

My brother tricked and stolen away

Royal responsibilities willing me to stay

Sea of sand, a vast desert of glass

A fortress of grey in fields of golden ash

Justice for a friend and truth for my love

Freedom ripped from my hands

Romanticism fueling these futile plans

Maze of ice and a mother made of the same

Eternal spring wearing thin like maternal brain

A quest for pride in clouded, dilated eyes

Lamb to the slaughter escaped just in time

Eyes of violet begging, “Be mine. . . Be. Mine.”

Green highlands dotted with sentries

A grand castle of justice unable to be seized

Honor to be won in light of previous victories

Son comes to face the long-deceased

Rage allowing a fathers spirit to find peace

City of light and fading memories of family

These are the grounds of loss and ancient infamy

The last strands of childhood drifting from her grasp

Loss of all who were ever at an arms-length

Girl grown from weakness of heart into polished strength

Six to fell god-beasts of lore

Six who had no meaning before

Six to give life to Yggdrasil once more

Six to die, six to restore