"Love Dirge: Dream of Intervention"

Bitterness is an ugly thing
That sometimes spreads its wings
At the drop of a hat and envy springs
Into hearts so usually clean
Of that sort of thing

Acrid smoke will fill the mouth
And leaves fall from the highest bough

Times will come when hope will ring
And pluck against fragile heart strings
Echoing and echoing
And dreams the heart will bring

Off the heart, dust will shake now
And sworn-off envy is her vow

Hands will shake, so close to being
Hope rears and coyness springs
And then SHE comes and she he's seeing
Hope she dashes and begins fleeing

Flees into night, shadows her shroud
Her footsteps, she fears, are far too loud

For her, St. Mary's praying
--what are you saying,
Desolate child whose shoulders are shaking?
Do you fear how fast your heart is breaking?

Two pairs of steps do come
Two pairs of hands engulf in love

And three pairs of eyes, brown, shaking
Meet and love not-forsaking
A sleeping heart begins awaking
Hands that hold refuse your breaking

Sacred Mother's prayer came through
Sweet child, you know what to do

---Certainly not my most favorite...but is totally what I'm feeling right now. No such thing as instant reconciliation for those with broken hearts. C'est la vie, c'est la guerre...

"Dandelion Wishes"

Let's make a wish tonight
You and I
On these tiny earthen stars
Barely clinging to their microcosmic universe
Bright white and soft
Will-strong like faith
Flighty at the first hint of movement.
So let's be quick--Ready?
1...
...2...
........3...go!
Shhhh!
Oh soft winds carry our wishes far
And let them not die on the backs of stars

"five o'clock in the morning"

Steps turn heavy at the darkest part of morning
Eyes stare blankly into the black of the backs of eyelids
--there is  a steady pounding of the heart that drives dead men wild.
A thirst, a hunger, a desire unattainable to the lost.
Mourn the dead morality of this place
Seek a saint and pray for miracles
Pray for your children: sons and daughters
Pray to the Sacred Mother: ask her to pray for mercy;
   you need it
It all comes down to you
   in the end
A pattern, a cycle, a waltz
Dance it, dance as they have danced
   those lonely and lost
And remember their smile
   when they are given bread

"Music Appreciation"

my heart is the Organ you play.
you love the whistling of the Pipes--
you adore the baritone of the Foot Pedals--
you delight in the press of the Keys--
my heart, My Joy, is yours.
please, play your Hymns well.

"The Clock on the Mantle"

The ticking behind my ribcage
    grows intense at the sight of you;
        a bomb ready to ignite
    exploding into stars behind eyes
--my eyes hot milk chocolate pools
   for your oceanic ones to drink in
on cold days.

"Boreas"

The ease of breezes--
Wind combing my hair into my face.
      Tugs uplifting my jacket
      And a whuuur-eee-uur
          that screams into my ear.

You know, I really can't hear you
       over the wind.
But I won't tell you that
The fact is this:
           You complain too much.
           And you have a listening problem.
           And you fight too hard to be heard
            --when I can hear you just fine.

Can't you bask in the golden?
Wind wouldn't try so diligently to
mute you if you simply muted yourself.
He would probably sing a softer tune,
           mellow and sweet
           soft and syrupy like soda pop
           something, maybe
                  possibly
                         (hopefully)
            in three-four time.
A summer waltz
        for those who are still Spring at Heart.

"Truth"

What Is Truth?

she asked

and i could not reply

for such a jewel

is best defined

in one's own guessing

Eye

"Sea-farer"

Seductive Siren's Song
--I hear you
Calling so persistantly on me
And I am Tempted--to follow
--your sweet Aria parfuming the air.

Sailors, seal your ears!
Bind me tight to the Mast!
Steer away from the hungry rock
--personified Sin!
Don't allow the song to steal you!
Persevere--give not In!

(attempt at Ms. Dickinson's style)

"A Star for Ms. Dickinson"

O star in Orion's calf,
How brightly you shine!
Burning in the night with your brothers
         In the Great Black Somewhere;
         In the Great Wide Nothing;
A stationary blinding orb.
White like passion
And as vibrant as virtue.