The Accursed

Is this rediculous tune playing again?
What in hell -
Do you think you will hypotise me
insych with your reality?
Spewing the innards of this song
daemons, sloths, worms and spirits
convort onto this psuedo-nightmare of a dream
Do you believe I will fall for this
deathlike-pantomime?
My hope is deeper than your ocean of ruination
So play it again
So play it again
What in hell -
Do you think you will hypnotise me
insynch with your warped reality?
You existence is ephermeral
and this battle is supernatural
I will not buy into this death-like pantomime
An eternal being:
(living for more than merely today)
Should never buy into this death-like pantomime
(if only because there is life everlasting)

To a friend

Your voices sound distant yet warm
and I respond to your laughter and rediculous antics -
How a simple grammatical truth could be the subject
of such mockery is only possible in the closest of company.
You look so happy next to him as he struggles to express
deep affection through gentle teasing and sarcastic retorts.
Smiling, you understand.
You know it too -
You feel it, and it is right.

Afterglow

Just when the days start getting colder,
I walk the streets I never knew.
There's some words I never told you.
The sound rings out like the truth.


As I sit here in this dark room, all I seem to feel is light.
I see color, I see the maroon in the blood of this life...
That's ours.

Watch the sun it paints an orange sky.
Lay me down and feel the days gone by.

Just when the days start getting longer,
I walk the streets I never knew...
The sun comes out for you.

And if you could see what's come over me,
then you would know.
'Cause I'm walking free.
The wind at my back, bathed in afterglow.

-Vanessa Carlton

Speed Dating

Step right up

Take'em down

Duckies in a row

Ping ping ping

Score!

(Big time)

Move on.

Victorian

Covert glances in public places
muted whispers and calling cards.
Restraining -
refraining -
waiting for your cue, your implicit nuance -
a hint of lust?
Never black and white (never hit it on)
Only smooth lilac, cream, and emerald.
We dance a painstaking masquerade in low-lit halls
as aquaintances and distant music meld
into the background of our
- Waxen Set-up -
Position Here:
Hand behind back, face behind fan, heart behind form.
Hair severe, rouge thick, lips closed.
Satins entrap heavy breathing -
Perfumes mask fervent feeling -
restraining
refraining
poised in a perfect tableaux
waiting for you.

Vehicle and Animals

It's the simple things like the robots Stevie G draws
and the ease with which we seem to pull those tricks.
There are moments of escape for every one of us
and the beauty in the times that we create.
I saw you smiling
and I need my vehicles and animals and I will be alright.
Take me back to nineteen-seventy-nine so I can find my open eyes.
He can play all by himself for many hours
I have never seen a kid who's so content.
There is nothing from the outside that can touch him
'cause he's just learning how to be alone with one.
Lying down on my bed Ijust got another kick to the head
oh yeah you're a part of me yet another branch on the family tree.
Slt on my fingers,salt in my cuts,salt on my face and salt in my guts.
I's been a battle but we've come through
okaytop what you're doing and play.
'Cuse we've got our vehicles and animals
so we're gonna be alright there's no need for us to go back in time.
Bcause we've found our open eyes
Weve got our vehicles and animals so we're gonna be alright.

-Athlete

Sanctified

Now we have not received the Spirit of the World, but the Spirit who is from God, in order to know what has been freely given by God. . . Don't you know that you are God's sanctuary and that the Spirit of God lives in you? If anyone ruins God's sanctuary, God will ruin him; for God's sanctuary is holy, and that is what you are. . . Do you not know that your body is a sanctuary of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought at a price; therefore, glorify God in your body.

-1 Corinthians 2:12, 3:16-17, 6:19-20

Introduction to Poetry

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

- Billy Collins "The Apple that Astonished Paris"

Simply Ghastly

Exclamation point stare
Drop jaw prickle scalp
halt shift rubber neck
shudder fun hide fast

Fashion faux pas.

Ever-Fixed Mark

Development/growth/expansion
are too scientific/economic
for the language of love -
They exclude from its vision
possibilities of remaining/eternally
with him/forever.

Industrial Consumption

A burning intensity consumes all
except the mounting debris of loose
carbon ash and dreams
swept into the wastepan tucked
neatly underneath the sterile desk
of your conscious thoughts.

Pity Bath

What does not break you leaves you bitter
I watched that expression before
a mingling of resentment and bleeding wounds
revealing your past upon that sketch blank.
History claws into your heart
staining the delicate future hope.
Play that self-pity chord again
Pull the empathy from the crowd
Would their shallow mourning lessen the burn?
How can they know - How you have suffered -
Wasn't it all against the rules?
So life's not fair (not fair)
(but a future's beautiful).
Shake those bitter scales let them fall as dead
forsake them for hope.
A sketch blank renewed.
I watched that expression before
what does not break you leaves you with a
past.

The Luck of the Bodkins

Too damn silly, he felt, her asking a thing like that when for days he had been going out of his way to make it abundantly clear what his feelings were towards her. An intelligent girl like herself, he meant to say, was surely aware that a fellow does not look at her the way he had been looking, squeeze her hand the way he had been squeezing it and kiss her on dark decks the way he had been kissing her, unless he means something by it.

Reginald: "I've loved you ever since you nearly twisted my neck off that first day."
Mabel: "Great."
Reginald: "I started worshipping you at that precise moment."
Mabel: "Swell."
Reginald: "And day by day in every way it's getting worse and worse ever since."
Mabel: "Don't you mean better and better?"
Reginald: "No, I don't mean better and better. I mean worse and worse. And why? Because it's hopeless. Abso-bally-hopeless."
Mabel: "Hopeless? Why? If what's worrying you is that you think I don't love you, dismiss that notion. I'm crazy about you."
Reginald: "You are?"
Mabel: "Dippy."
Reginald: "Would you marry me if I asked you?"
Mabel: "I'm going to marry you even if you don't ask me."

-P G Whodehouse

Daylight Robbery

Don't mind me - Just cruising by -
by the girl with the balloon.
Good, it looks like we're the only ones around.
Caught on CCTV - Heading towards the city lights
Winking diamonds at me, arms stretched out now.
Ha-oooooooooo, it gets me everytime.
Sexy baby, Happiness and silhouettes,
Revolving in the deep water.
Indigo its high tide,night sky, pleasure moment.
Thinking big thinking positive and itching to get on with it
Its all stops out.
Excess is the new moderation
Get all dressed up to the power of ten
Raise glasses on repeat, again, again, again, again, again, again
Ha-ooooo it gets me everytime, wade in the sonic joy
Pleasure in the wave and synchronise
Sway in the sonic joy.

-Imogen Heap

Rebirth

Drop all hindrances
Be renewed
Press onward
God willing
We will survive
Unscathed and reborn
Gleaming and clean
An offering to you
My Savior

Let me write as unto you -