tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-
clock. It taunts
seductively showing off its ornate
hands
in a circular dance
reminiscent of a gypsy life,
never stopping, never settling down
micromanage
sun up to sun down, each and every
second
these hands can't keep up
can't slow down those damn mechanical hands
no matter how hard I try nor what method I use
I've found a deaf ear, a blind eye to
my efforts, pleadings, beggings -
for more and more and more time
to slow down,
merely a fraction here,
speed up there
accomodate my silly mortal life
as if I, a silly mortal,
mattered at all in the hourglass of sand that makes up our existence.
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Surrendered
Surrendered
in the middle of December
amidst the Pine and Oak and Spruce
Loosely from his lips
came his confession of love
for the power of the train
the extension of the track
Leading away from his Puritan life
into the wilds of the unknown
into the wilds of the West.
He couldn't resist the lust of the rust
thrust into saloons and parlors
cowboys and the lawless
the loveless skies and the desert
Sucks a man dry
or so I've heard
and nothing I could do in this winter interlude
could change his mind
and make him stay.
Something about the other side
of Mississippi's hips
called to him
He blundered on to say
with the look of a child on Christmas day
would I wait for him?
I knew
his tomb
stones on the desert floor
would be all I'd ever see of him again.
What could I do but surrender?
Admit the Fates of Love had turned their eyes
Blind to the die cast on this winter floor
I would hear his confessions of love no more
Just one post - his written word
scribbled down in an opiate driven frenzy
of his sins on this sun-baked earth
he had surrendered to Her higher power
and then was silenced.
Mississippi's hips and Western tracks
are no match
for the likes of a humble girl.
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Dreaming Star
The lines begin to blur
Upon waking, this doesn't feel real
And that - those images last night
... ... ... were just a dream?
Lost in memories
Lost in this dream-space
Your hand and your invitation
Pulling me away
deeper into it all
You asked and I followed
Further into my very own rabbit hole
Running after you, my guide
Seeing the future of some nether time
This
my dream-space
All I want
All I want
All I want
(these brief seconds)
For this streamship not to diverge from this course
From your arms
From this space of us
Nights when Gaiman reigns supreme
are the norm
not the exception
So to be in this place
dancing to the beat of this drum
in the lights of this stage
your music moving everyone
and me
your star girl
Will become nothing but an un-memory
in this dream space
I am the dreaming star
you made your wish upon
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Battle Ground
On top of the hill is where I stand
the valley in darkness sprawled out below
the warmth of the grass beneath my feet has seeped out
into the deep cold earth
I know
the wind sways me
Compelled to rise, compelled to fall
Watching as the last light of day
bleeds
Vivid rampant colors
- all drain away
for the moon to rise and the stars to fall
As each celestial body blinks her eyes
at the darkness of their dawn
stretching out their meager light
for the likes of me.
The mist drifts in
so secretive and slow
His ultimate calling card
The deep, dark, dank dew drawing nearer
silently soaking the hems of my ragged dress
seducing my skin, caressing my flesh
As the stakes rise and my resolve begins to fall
I pause
I will hold my ground
I will not go down in flames
I will fight for my crown
I will not take the blame
He does not make it easy
dragging out the hours of the night
Enveloped in his midst
remembering when he was my light
His whispered breath upon my breast no comfort
the night breeze freezing my soul
Weary and longing for redemption - the coming dawn to make me whole.
he knows, he knows, he knows
say the blades beneath my toes
Even the crickets mock me
The wolves with their howls blaspheme my pain
The taste of blood again so strange on this chosen battle ground.
But I would fight
I will stand guard
For what comes this way knows me
I shall not back down
The wind sways me
My rags soaked with dew
Tear stained face
twinkling stars too few
Sword in hand as the heavens circle 'round
With my sword his heart I slew
Light illuminates my face, gives me grace
Reclaimed my crown, my battle ground
My soul at rest, my heart cleansed through.
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What Pieces are Left
What pieces are left now that the junk has been hauled away furniture - sold trinkets distributed We have all laid claim to the material possessions our memories are chained to 60 years of shelter now an empty house an empty shell Oh, the stories these walls could tell! All that remains are the stains in the carpet and in our memories. Please these days have drained the marrow from our bones as we've shifted and sorted all that belonged to them. Time is no one's friend. Their generation saw world wars, trench warfare, concentration camps, the Great Depression, Revolutions of equality and technology They lived through it all - they survived And now are laid to rest dust to dust. Losing is hard laying to rest is harder leaving that which contains memories - hardest of all until there are no pieces left.
