Story of Our Lives
There is a man standing
across the way, there,
glaring me down,
stabbing the air with his finger
in my direction.
He's dressed
awfully formally,
his coat-tails gently flapping in the breeze,
the very image of physical
wealth and magnificence.
I blink without thinking,
and then he has appeared before me
grinding his teeth and
jabbing that finger hard into my chest,
the monocle in his eye glinting in the noon light.
There is a man standing
now in my face,
attempting to encompass my being
within his grand shadow,
trying to put me in my "womanly place".
There is a man standing
within his circle of ignorant oppression
filled with a hatred that would see me dead,
yet I will rise up,
and I will defeat you.
There is a man standing
in the face of womankind,
and we will never walk away,
no we will fight you
for our right to be.
Excellent Lovers
I see you
gazing at me
from the corner of the room.
Without realizing
I nibble my lower lip
my body quivers with excitement.
Such strong energy
you possess
I can feel you
waiting for me.
This sensation
so ancient
yet so very new
when your fingers trail along my flesh.
You
here with me
in this moment.
Nothing else exists,
the weary world has faded away
and I don't care.
Being with you here
is all that matters
any more.
Our sighs fill
the everlasting silence,
keeping our demons at bay.
Where Were You?
Where were you
when the night closed in?
When the silence exclaimed
let us begin?
Where were you
as I threw away
All of my heart
and flew astray?
Were you observing
from afar?
Recording my madness
marking my scars?
I wonder I wonder
if you shall ever return.
Or if our bridge friend
has been all but burned.
Is that you in the shadows
standing there?
So many years since I saw you
that I can't help but to stare.
Where were you
as I fought with the blues?
Or did I never
drop a clue?
Alas to move on
from the ghosts of the past.
Let us see how much longer
our friendship can last.
For as time passes
we both become painfully aware
That no one escapes
from the reaper's glare.
So let us feast
and we'll drink
We'll sit
and we'll think
Then when we once more
come to the brink
I shall ask:
Where were you?
It Was Here, In the Twilight
It was here
that you found me,
after I'd left myself
for dead.
It was here
in the twilight
surrounded by the glory
by the brilliance
of nature.
Though I barely heard you
through my madness
crying out my name
and I know I was reluctant
to so much as take your hand.
If not for you I'd feel as if
I were one fish
in an empty pond
swimming until
my last days were gone
gone
gone.
It was here
in the twilight
that you ended
my isolation.
It was here.
In the twilight.
You brought the spark of fire
back into my life.
I Am the Darkness
I am the darkness
of the night.
I am the horror
that fills you with fright.
I am the screech
which causes your soul to take flight.
Try and try
with all of my might,
To act out of goodness
and walk in the light.
Yet as I watch
the spirit flow,
I beg the darkness
not to go.
Stay with me,
at least for awhile,
And walk with me
on this treacherous mile.
I glance at the mirror,
catch myself smile.
Who knew I'd become
so cold and so vile?
But with every
option I was given,
Back to the darkness
I felt I was driven.
One day it hit me,
I feel I must say,
That the darkness was part of me
in a very deep way.
So twist and turn,
The way a river will churn,
But I am the darkness,
And the darkness...
Is me.
Silk-Wrapped Lies
People feed each other
silk-wrapped lies,
We're all hoping
we can disguise,
That we're all terrified
of our own demise.
Perhaps we should find
a better premise,
If we ever hope
we can distinguish,
That all of the tries
for all of the lies,
They only form
blood-soaked alibi's.
For when one gets hurt
the other cries,
Yet hopefully
to our surprise,
Enlightenment
will make us wise.