Liquid Lullaby
Lower your oars and row to and fro down the river flow
Through the reeds and lily leaves, down the river flow
Ripples rise as raindrops lie right down the river flow
Rattle, creek, until it leaks, sinks down the river flow
<Turn it in, man!>
I must not procrastinate
I know that I must not procrastinate
There's a million things that can't be late
They cannot wait, cannot wait
Hellbent
You know that feeling when your burdened, barely breathing
on your rapidly depleting borrowed time
You know that feeling when your burned out heart's still beating
and it feels like you could leave it all behind
But in all honesty, is it really time for hell yet
Far as I can see, it's the time to fight on, hellbent
Don't follow all the ways that the blazing flames of hell went on to burn
Divert your gaze, take the path that's yours to earn
Lead as you learn
Beat up and burned
clean off the curve
Weed out the words
you don't deserve
Heed what you've heard
See what your served
Prepare for teammates'
axes in backs turned
Thorns
Though the thorns
stab through my fingers
my hand lingers
won't let go
As the blood
soaks in, forgotten
how to live life
on its own
Fearing
all the fire
sharpened wires
in the air
Hand stays,
remains in place
unchanged, as though its
unaware
Trapped in the Veins of a Monster
Trapped within a maze that might just go ablaze
How might I find my ways through lifeless carcass-colored grays
So dig my hands and drench them in the brittle, burnt out flesh
Blood as dry as ash and stone will lead you down to breathing bone
Now that the children tell your story
Thought I could be the one to sing the songs of our new liberty
Thought I could be the one to sing the story of their nights
But now it seems that we are yet to reach our high in history
So now it seems that I must sadly join in on the fight
Warmth
Every moment two hands meet
A tidal wave of warmth crashes, one to the other
A tide controlled by quite the fickle moon
Of fight or flight, fatigue and fever
So once when the other hand is cold
And as the warmth escapes
Embrace the hand your holding harder
Wish your warmth can be of comfort
So once when the hand is frigid
Let waves of an earthquake in a sea of heat
Overcome the night sand shoreline
Until the ocean finds its calm
But when the hand is warm to touch
Do not feel so full of guilt that you must pull away
Allow the hand to care for you
As you will once the warmth of you is yours to share again
Mirror: 101
One figure greater than the other
One, mirrored, looks back at the other
Cookies of a cutter, synced without a stutter
But one is always,
Always smaller than the other
Rest
You can rest here
Spare yourself a few full moments
Pour out all that ails you
Terror
Horror
Disgust
And savor all the sweet
Joys
Thanks
And glimpses of hopeful glimmers
Let the words rest on the page.
Let them walk, let them twirl and dance around if they want
But don't make them run.
May this be a mosaic of moments between movements.
The Village by the Mount (Part 1)
The stone grew high out from the sea
Out from the folds of flame
Now Sanded by the sands of time
And draped in fruits and game
Dormant tomb below
Clot of rhyolitic blood
Crystal lake above
With deer ripe and sweetly sour,
Berries rich with fat
It gathers gatherer's in search
Of where to hunt their lack
The stone stirs awake
As the heat of Earth's heartbeat
Churns the frozen rock
Their Houses built upon the hills
And farms along the plains
They thrive upon the frost of fire
That aids the growth of grains
Voice of stone alight
Warns the people of the spark
Burning, soon to burst