Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Wicked Mistress

A garden in rows all neat and in line
Special you called it, you called it divine
You made it a marvel to breathe in the aroma
and you kicked them all out
and locked the gate
And shut the joys out
For your sanity's sake

Mrs. Mary, you were quite the contrary one
Never having any fun
Mrs. Mary you became like a bum
and never paid anyone
Now your garden's over-run
with sickly things to come
Better, better run before you're done

You'd made them work like slaves
Until each rose was perfection
And made them dig their own graves
for some twisted revelation
Evil was your middle name
Evil was your candle's flame
Wicked Mistress

Your garden of rows is now in a decline
Special, you'd called it but now it's a sign
The proof that you lost it and you're crazy now
There's a gate at the entrance
There's no visitors now
For your sanity's sake

Mrs. Mary, you were quite the contrary one
Never having any fun
Mrs. Mary, you became like a bum
and never paid anyone
Now your garden's over-run
with sickly things to come
Better, better run before you're done
Wicked Mistress


Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Stand at the Bottom for You

"My Bed Might be at the Bottom of the Sea"

I cannot break open the silence nor still the roaring waves
your drowning body is lost to me in these silent days
you sink alone and don't you know I'd swim right by you
and if we drown together then that'll just have to do
I'm not making this a playtime game in a park for joy and fun
This isn't a way to pass my time until something else comes along
I was standing my ground and sinking my boots in
My battle gear is ready and I'm set to win
But the silence is like an anchor inside of me
and it becomes a wall over which I cannot see
So, let me be your life raft, let me be your saving gem
Let me the the one who shows you how to make an island
For all those days of troubled waves and your failing aching limbs
I will be the one there beside you or I'll be the one who tries to swim
I know times are troubling, I know we're failing now it seems
yet, deep inside I made a vow to stay no matter the state of things
So, if I drown I drown with you
I will make my bed in a sea of blue
and if I manage to make you an island here
then have no fear, have no fear
Because I'm always here...
I said I would be

9/26/11
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"Standing"

You were standing
that is all I saw
no pretending
yet the feeling raw
burned me inside out
and made a hole
for you to sink into
You were guarding
you were standing tall
not relenting
and you did not fall
I'm wishing I could explain
the emotions there
that mean so much now
so much now
You were standing
with shoulders strong
and I'm not lying
and I'm not wrong
you were stalwart
you were true
you were steady
you were you

9/26/11

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"For You"

to taste you, I would inhale death
to hold you, I would embrace fire
to lay beside you every night I would face the greatest woes
and to cease your troubled dreams I'd chew on razors
if this is not enough from me
then I do not know what more I can do
for you

9/27/11

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Mansion Down by the Sea

when the page I see is white
and I've no words to write
and I can't be polite
when the hopes I had have shattered
and nothing else mattered
sickly, here bruised and battered
I await you

You made me a home near the ocean there
a coffin, a prison, a hole so bare
You called it my mansion down by the sea
and you sank me, you drowned me, I'm ending

when the words I speak all are lost
and I cannot bear the cost
into the air all my dreams you tossed
just to watch them all shatter
for none of this will matter
serve me my heart on a platter
I await you

You made me a home near the ocean there
a coffin, a prison, a hole so bare
You called it my mansion down by the sea
and you sank me, you drowned me, I'm ending

In eyes the color of ocean waves
You took my hand and promised me
You'd stand by my side all these days
and bid me to follow you faithfully

You made my death by the ocean there
a coffin, a prison in a hole so bare
It isn't a mansion down by the sea
it's a place to drown me, to kill me, slowly

now I have no words left to free my soul
I will lie helpless here in this lonely hole
until an angel with a saving role
comes to take my hand and give me wings
lifts me out of this darkness while he sings
words to scream at you, to me he brings

I'll escape from my home by the ocean there
a coffin, a prison, no longer will I care
Blue eyes will not be the mansion for me
nor will it be the death of me
you will not be the death of me
I'm not drowning


9/16/11

Friday, September 16, 2011

Shot the Kaleidscope for Happy?

"Shot"

bullet in the dark
i consult your intentions
poke at you with a metaphorical fork
you seem to be colored in something like crimson
perhaps it's poison
you seem to have left a trail
you leave behind a stain
and in my chest I feel pain
what are you?

9/16/11

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"You Sound Like Happy"

if all i can remember is your laugh
that is all i need
that is all i will hear haunt my dreams
if all i can hold to is your happiness
i will feel joy for you
i will feel better knowing the truth
if only laughter were enough to stop the earth
i would claim a moment or two
to carve into my eardrums the sweetest sound
it's the sound of you

9/16/11

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"Kaleidoscope"

They broke me long ago
this you didn't know, this you didn't know
Then you came and told me to stand
told me the remnants of my being were mine to keep
so I remade myself in fragments of glass
and you made me feel beautiful
and useful
and different to the eyes
you made of me a marvel
If you only realized
Prismatic is my heart now, love
contained in changing lights

9/16/11

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Dead Cardinal

inside my hand you lay in feathers red
oh, bird, my sweet
i fear you're dead
this swift descent toward barren ground
in wounded thoughts
and mourning sound
she stole your life and freedom wings
in feathers red
and broken dreams
i lay you now in sodden grass
and wait in agony
for you to pass

Sunday, September 11, 2011

...they came down....

and they came down
and they came down
like silver breaking, breaking down
in smoke and ash
in death and grief
they came down in melting heat
oh, how we mourned
oh, how we cried
they came down
and many died
oh, how we mourned
and still have cried
for smoke and ash
when many died
they came down
oh, they came down
in breaking glass
and broken pride
and when they fell
and we all cried
it changed it all
with those who died