Rest your heads on pillows down, worry not the thorn that turned my petals red. Behind the smile that mocks the clown, though all the while you walk around, you sleep, so deep, you're nearly dead. Revel in your victories, of shiny, polished, plastic gold, what bargains you have made in trade, what treasures you… Continue reading The Thorn
At the Gates of Tombs by Carl Sandburg Civilizations are set up and knocked down the same as pins in a bowling alley. Civilizations get into the garbage wagons and are hauled away the same as potato peelings or any pot scrapings. Civilizations, all the work of the artists, inventors, dreamers of work and… Continue reading At the Gates of Tombs, by Carl Sandburg
This is how I spread my wings, on four winds in mournful sigh, this is how I live my dreams, this is how I fly, Into a night that's darker deep, than the black at the bottom of the sea, Into a soul so fast asleep, aching to be free. I'll fly out to the… Continue reading Wings
Don't try to put me in your pigeon hole, don't tell me how you sold your soul, I don't really want to know, I've got problems of my own. Don't you know they broke the mold, when they made me? When they made me. I don't want to hear your tale of woe, What you… Continue reading Pigeon Hole
I couldn't find a wall to push this through, I couldn't find a star to hang this on tonight. If you were here I'd tell you everything and waiting on the in between, Oh, what I have seen, Oh, what I have seen, ethereal sidereal, the making of this love, holding the universe together forever,… Continue reading Sidereal
We like to think, we play to win, it's call the game, of life, my friend. We take our chances, say our prayers, we're living for, the demon's dares. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, are we playing the game, or is it playing us? Running against, the hands of time, endless circles, endless rhymes.… Continue reading Touch the Devil
Neck arched, head to the Heavens, eyes to the sky, arms outstretched, ready to fly, The rattle that had been the death of the last breath climbing Steady, Up the sturdy thighs, Through the curve of the pelvis, Rolling thunder. The small of her back, Up a slightly crooked spine, So divine, Tingling in between,… Continue reading Thelxiepeia.