Dirge

Little lies will make it better
Justify the status quo
The image of one,
Raised up upon the backs of many
Sweat labour and deceit

There are secrets whispered behind closed doors
Private meetings
Not for the working man
Action comes from a swift and steady hand
Self-assured
The lines of ethics blurred

A call for action
Silenced in a second
A call for justice
Never makes it past the door

Questions left unanswered
Stones left unturned
Blind investigations
Produce only negations of complaints
The guilty left uncharged.

I'm Sorry

I live in this slow hell

Wouldn't wish it on anyone

You may have caused me pain

But this is different

Comes back

Again and again

There is nowhere to hide

I can't live on in fear

I open myself to this dark world

Let the light scourge it clean

Hope this is the end it seems

I don't want you to pay

That I opened up yesterday

And now it seems

I have spread contagion

Is it my mind

Threatening to unwind

Can only affect those already ill

But we all are ill

Society tells us

We better not believe

Or this tar will clog our hearts

Stick

Cover up our souls

Make us live this terror nightly

Systems

Punctuation?!

No

Why do I care for conventions

there's no reason to fight with old systems make sure to fix them

The world is growing smaller everyday

There's no way to reach them

Just let them pass away

Ashes to ashes the old system crashes

We watch idling on clogged networks

Eyes of apathy

There is no more sadness

No more joy

The last soldier is coming home

Everything is serene

All this I see in the mirror but there is no truth there

I turn around

see the world in flames

Singeing closer to the edges of the film

bald monkeys eat popcorn

sip martinis

gossip about Planet of the Apes

Read tabloids about Bigfoot

Check their watches see they're late

And here we go again...

In Want of Winter

Wind blows

Whimsical gusts

Old Man Winter grows frail

The Sun hibernates

Yet the Earth's body

Pulses with warmth

Where are the fall leaves?

Lightly dusted in white

Lace for an Ice Queen's petticoat

Trees bare and shivering

For want of blankets of snow

Down from the heavens

Divine and feather-light.

Shadows dance beneath

A full-bodied moon

Ivory beauty illuminates

Naked and smooth like silk

Making love to dear Gaia.

I Dare

You hunted me

Chasing me through alleyways

Knocking down my door

Watched me from tree shadows in the park

I was cautious

Always peering over shoulders

Listening for snapping twigs

Shallow breathing

I was once scared

But now I dare you

You can come

Threaten me

You thought

You could lock me away

Chain me to my demons

Make sure I hid away for good

But I will spit in your face

You can't remove the fire from my eyes

My heart burns with passion

My spirit with creativity

You have lost

Think you own me

But you don't even own yourself

Tired of lying

Afraid you'll never make the cut

I can stand before you

Turn your weapons against you

Because you can't run away from fear

It will consume you

Unless you consume it

Over the Edge

I didn't know there was more wandering

Thought we'd reached the edge of the flat earth

But hand in hand we took one step more

Discovered dazzling new worlds

Made me forget from whence I'd come

Seductive like fairy music

Dancing in a mushroom ring

Shall we dance forever?

Never return to the war-torn world

Here no bad things happen

Fear is a distant cloud

I wanted to sing simple melodies

Carried on the wind like a sparrow's words

But instead you gave me wings

Let me launch those words to flight

Carry the song through the sky

Harmonize with the Universe

First, you sing the melody

Taboo

I dreamed of a woman

Her white stomach wide like a drum

Laughter like the silver cups of two Christmas bells

The water of the tub ran shallow and cool

And with the shyness inexperience brings

Eyes met, giggles escaped

I was met with tightness

Her fears silent in her mind

But slowly, she sank in the shallow track of ivory

Mouth formed a satisfied O

As fingers moved in ways only a woman could know

Behind the curtain a one girl act

My eyes closed to shut out the truth

The taboos my mother set on my shoulders

The taboos my grandmother held in her stern gaze

Eyes opened only to see her sink below me

Her mouth forming satisfaction

Her body a puddle of emotion

Golden curls untamed, yet innocent

I wondered vaguely if I was the monster

In this fairy tale

The temptress, seducer, succubus

Wide World

I am in all ways that count
Two-spirited
But that is very much a flaw of the English language
It paints dualities that need not exist
It is not so much that I choose both
But that I see the whole picture, and want it all
I may choose the path right in front of me
But I still have a panoramic view,
Feel a tinge of regret
That I haven't enough feet
To walk all the paths I see

Neither language nor logic allow
That one plus one equals one
And for that matter
One plus one plus one plus one is still ONE
I am incapable of that narrow vision
The focusing on one part
Mistaking it for the whole
Saying we can't sample from both slices
All visionaries do,
Set the standard one askew

Everyone's eyes open a sliver wider
Mouths exclaim amazement
And I feel only a mild disappointment
Pretend to be impressed
Wonder when at last the world will come into view
For more than just a few,
Frown at the shackles of limitations
Wait and wish that the world will finally wake.

Graves

Even white light
So bright
The sky one shade
The ground fades
Colours lost to notice
And grey stone graves
Old, untended
Desolate
But one small boy
Sitting there with a bag
By his side
Staring eyes
I recognize him
Stop, I know him
But there's no one there
And still he stares
And only I can see him
Vision fades
But still I travel
On the road amidst the graves

Suddenly, it's not so empty
Standing on each grave
Men and women
All dressed in black
Clothes from many ages
Eyes, blank staring straight ahead
I can't avoid their stares
No one else can see them
Staring with some purpose
But fear is far away
Enter strange calmness
As I travel past the graves

The air is still
It's cool and scentless
Nothing here but men and women
Dressed in black
Grey gravestones
Sky pale white with back light
Wondering how far this graveyard stretches
Wrapping brave fingers around calm