So Strangely Bold

Generous Aphrodite
Weaving webs about my feet
Pulling me along
Singing me her song
Never had I known defeat
Our love, I thought, was mighty

Dread and biting famine
Spread through tissues, joints, and bone
Taking all my grace
Drying on my face
Is seawater never shown
But the same I'm drowning in

I pray for her to rescue
To a god who's long forgotten
Do my cries come to his ears?
Can he feel my countless fears?
No, his message now is rotten
His servants gone askew

A treasure, though, I hold
As I struggle up this slope
Keep it by me all the while
Gives me strength enough to smile
Plentiful as the roaming Nile
The thing I hold is hope
May I stay so strangely bold

Wildfire

I just wish to know
the truth from fake
real from false and all the in between.
No half meant affection, no two sided love
Just a warm embrace
and a gentle face to tell me
How you love me, Oh Love uncaring
Don't stop to spare me. Let me know,
It's what I ask the genie, wise
and what my eyes can no longer see
In a language I cannot read
Bound in paranoia and deceit;
coincidence, terror, and love

Faith, for what was strong
is no longer holding together
these important pillars
and soon enough no mortar
can mend our broken wall.
But hope I cling to, even now
for maybe I am mad
and my thoughts mean no more
than a chirping blue bird on a warm
spring day.

Chirp chirp chirp

But I cannot shake these curtains loose
I hear

Woe Woe Woe

And suddenly, my marbles lost,
I stop to pick up all the spheres
and dream of years to come
when I thought we would sing
and dance and play and build;
laugh and love and carry on;
fight and groan and moan and
dream together;
be together
without a care in the world
and nothing but warm and
happy hearts to bring the dull
boring, lifeless shapes of this world
into a true, vibrant light.

But now a distance, wide and barren;
cold and dead, threatens me.
I grow to hate it, and the spark that set the fire.
the flint and the wood scraps piled high
on the forest floor.
I shall run as fast as I can.
Call the fireman.
Save the forest,
the love, and myself.

Supernova (Part Six) : Terror and the End

Oh sisters, screaming out
Through empty lots and silent places
Their faces cackling on and on
With delight for rot and famine
And agendas dark and twisted
Born of woe and devilry
With eyes of pain and death

Come they now, to embrace
A strangled home now dull and cracked
And no intact relatives to polish now
Decaying bedposts, windows, door knobs,
Flowerbeds, fireplaces, or any other
Comfort once known to a bright,
Happy, cosmic folk

Terror first, repugnant witch
Her mouth all black from fear abounding,
Hideously pounding at cracked, dry lips
Ready to crawl through splintered, gray teeth.
A body twisted and riddled with cancer
Leaning over an ivory piece
Of one of the many puzzles she picked apart

Smashing hope and future longings
Taking breath from a helpless child
She smiled at his painful cries
For mercy as he winced his eyes
And let the murder finish coursing.
Watched his mother end her life
With nothing now to cling to

Follows the End, the silent killer
Dead and dark; frigid as ice
Her size and majesty prevail
She sweeps her dress along the ground
And as she does empires crumble
She leaves no trace or memory
No thing is now where she has been

As she nears the once proud mother
Her eyes burn hot with awful fire
Dire is her gaze, now turned to terrible death
With nothing left to fear or marvel her
In her new found robe of flames;
Elaborate crown of arcing brilliance.
She wraps her arms around

And as she does her royal cape
Becomes ever more intricate.
What was turned to nothing,
Is now another jewel on her sleeves.

Still she dances through the seas