Thursday, February 14, 2013

Wicked Cupid

You're like lightning
I can only see
when the storms come
You're like lightning
I can't touch
or I'll be done
You're a bright light in a streak
across my grey sky
and your light could make me weak
if you came nigh
So, shoot me down
and strike me dead
and charge my body
from feet to head
Oh, just shoot me down
and strike me dead
like a wicked Cupid

You're like lightning
Brief and quick
you come and go
You're like lightning
you bring the rain
and I won't know
You'll be a light swift across my sky
in burning heat
Never know when you'll come nigh
my own defeat
You'll shoot me down
and strike me dead
and charge my body
from feet to head
Oh, shoot me down
and strike me dead
like a wicked Cupid

Monday, February 11, 2013

Words, Trees, Wings and Wine

My words are the anchor in me
like the way roots work for a tree
this is my
reason why
I breathe

2/9/13

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don't coat my silver heart in brine
and waste
don't still my beating wings
and change my fate
my eyes are glued to the moon
my hands are seeking you
just bathe my fragile heart in wine
and haste

E.A.

1/26/13

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Take me, my pale fellow
and lead me into the wood
my hands are seeking trees
my heart so misunderstood
Yet you're the one
who always showed me how
to be OK with being me
and what I've become now
Take me, my pale fellow
and sit with me in silence
there are no words within the trees
that actually make sense

2/11/13


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Your chords you tried to tie me with
To bind me to my own wit
and leave me here in the shade
Your words you tried to lie and with
your tongue you wished it
but I will not now be played
So settle now the score my friend
and let us not sit here and pretend
there is no need for tying us in knots
So hear me now my not subtle friend
I need this here right now to end
I shall not be double crossed
Not again

1/26/13

Saturday, February 9, 2013

This Shall Pass

Who played with your symmetry
robbed you of poetry
and took all the remnants of hope
but I'll build you a canopy
to cover your apathy
and wait at the end of this rope
for this to pass
let this pass
like a storm driven across these shores
Who played with your empathy
cast off your ecstasy
and took all of your hope
but I'll rebuild your energy
to form your elegy
and tie a knot in this rope
for this shall pass
this too shall pass
like a storm that leaves these shores