You save my heart from being stone
and have done so for so many years
kept this brooding man from life alone
a fate which any sane man fears

For I know one such as I
can't be easy to endure
how often have I made you cry?
far too many times I'm sure

You're the one who melts the ice
every time my soul turns chill
you're the sole one to entice
me back down that frozen hill

Lips that slake the outside thirst
for clear water
leave crimson petals on the glass,
mocking the mask that belies innocence.
.
Rest eludes the racing mind
surrounded by shouts of soul
and eternal fires, yet
sleep would bring another hell.
~
There is no escape
for this unworthy lamb
rejected by the good god
unworthy of a fairytale redemption.
~
She would rather walk alone
than listen to the mocking bleat
bounce pitiful from pew to pulpit,
forever and ever, amen.
~

The Loving

How you may cry,
did this world
that has enclosed me.
For long days,
become so real.

That you would turn
from those days
Those days
when the sun felt warm
as it played with your skin.

Making each gentle caress
of the breeze
a multitude of sins
Did you lose sight
of the real you
then only see your wishes

What if they can see,
those things in their minds
Then you are not
what they are looking for,
because they are blind

buckle black
the shine
like a sun
on midnight

a Lavender
sigh pressed
against the temple

like a door to the
expressway of
freedom

awoken from the
dream by a can turning
tricks for the wind
between the lights

a moan of her through
the wires
and bending limbs
performing stretches
while the stars pull
at their stiches
twisting
to the ear of heaven
listening