Impaired. He cannot cry.
Sidewalker These words thus flow
For my feet no longer know
Where they need to go
Though my eyes are dry
But my heart needs must cry
I rode a steed named Adrenaline
I swung a sword named Morphine
My shadow to my left
An Angel to my right
Her name is Nadiah
It is a whisper in my ears
When I close my eyes
It is my prayer
Her radiant smile
Noble light
Sweet delight
Our affections shared
For five and thirty nights
She was of the moon's crescent
I seek a cross to ascent
Lovers we were
Lovers nevermore
I rode on, a ghost
My Angel, my heart bereft
My prayer, lost
I still smile
It is my strength
To outlast
This long and bitter mile
Farewell my lover
At journey's end
Will I see you there
My friend?
Monday, October 15, 2007
"He was amused."
PatronOut of my mind
I stumbled blind
Then a voice said
"This way."
And it led me from my dismay.
I asked to the dark
Who are you?
For some time
There was no sound
No answer found
Then I start
For here I come
Face to face
With my very own face
Myself, whom matched me
Pace for pace
And he said
"I, am the swordsman."
OK.
Lead on.
Where is my poet?
"I and he are one and the same."
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Long Live The Queen
Letters To The QueenA poet rode
As letters he wrote
Letters to the Queen
Her regal Majesty
His tongue was tied
As though his heart had died
Then alone in the woods,
he was spiedSwords were ready to be dyed
Though it be most dire and grave
He spurred his horse on to be brave
But there were too many,
many a knaveThough yet spared an early grave
He had a thought:
The letters to his beloved Queen
Mirth stole the moment
Before the moment stole the mirth
Senseless writing
Letters to no one
He was all alone
And no one will read
His sanity scattered
And he had a thought:
The letters to my Queen
If I be bloody, dead, and gone
Perhaps then, you will have a chance
Sunday, December 03, 2006
~Shadows of the Crows~
I was great. I was brilliant. Now I am thrown down, lying broken upon the ground, gurgling in my own blood. The sky is so clear and bright...... An azure tapestry sewn with cotten shapes of white. I cannot move but choke and cough. The crows will come for me soon. Their harsh croaks will tear at my sanity as their beaks peck out my eyes and feast upon my entrails.Argh! The pain!
I glance to my left. The arm that grew there, that strumed and clapped, was taken from me. Just after my shoulder joint. I traded it for the life of the man responsible. Considering what he did to me, he was great too. I continue to watch as the crimson rivers of life abandon me.
I do solemnly swear upon my life and honour, and in free and voluntary desire, to serve my land and lord as a knight and emissionary. I swear to be both a true and chivalric knight, to obey my calling, my King, and to aid my fellow men, and upon death and eternal damnation should I sunder this vow. I also swear by all that I hold sacred and dear, to aid those less fortunate then I, to relieve the distress of the world and to fulfill my knightly obligations. To be without fear in the face of my enemies. To speak no more and no less than the truth, always, even if it leads to my death. To safeguard the helpless and do no wrong. This, I commit by my own free and independent will, and so it shall be.
That was my oath.
That was when I stood tall and proud, unbroken, bearing the standard of my clan.
The sky......
It is darkening.
The shadows are coming, coming for me.
The winged shadows of the crows.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Where's the proof?
The Witch HuntHiding behind a pillar
You call me a liar
And burn me upon a pyre.
But I am not a witch
Just because you say that I am.
With hungry hands you tie me down
Send me for the slaughter out side town
For each mob that has judged
For every mouth that has damned
For all the thumbs down-turned
Countless times I might have died
Had their words rang true
Not so bold as to say
I fear not the trial by fire ---
I dare you to walk me through the flames.
P. S. And you ain't worth 30 words that rhyme
Friday, November 10, 2006
The Auditor
The Open Secrets ActHer eyes drown me in a hazel sea
Deep brown stealing my soul --- oh, gee
Desire played on a key of G
Distinction
Explosion ---
Base emotion spurning all notion
Painted wings and blooming scarlet
Butterfly and rose in a barren desert
Tell me, how to keep an open secret?
Lost obliqueness is no loss
I'd gladly smile and pay the cost
Salt and consequence over my shoulder toss
Dusty boots tap a dance
Daring toes walk upon a fence
Contemplating a leap of chance
With what's left of life in a sack
I push me off the edge of a crack
And pray that angels catch my back
Friday, October 13, 2006
~Unplugged.~
"...... When I see you cry, yeah, it makes me smile, yeah, it makes me smile."A solitary form stirs, emerging listlessly from its cocoon of bed sheets, as the evening sun melted into its last orange hues. Sitting up, dark eyes flitted about the dark confines of the cluttered bed room. A fallen lamp flickers, rolling slightly. Shaking the last vestiges of sleep from its raven curls, its pale hand reached for the plate of half-eaten pizza on the floor beside the crinkled mattress.
"Uh, breakfast ......"
Unbuckled boots shuffled across the unkempt floor to an antique mirrored dresser. Deft strokes with an eye-liner had the pale [natural, unpowdered] face gouged with dark streaks; it was ritualistic --- much similar to the traditional Red-Indian tribes whom colored their faces for battle. Thin lips stretched with black lip-stick smiled, a visage of death painted ready for war; a war with conventional society. Full of normal people like you and me, and hidden daggers behind every smile.
A shirt is pulled on [black, of course], shrouding the slim torso.
"...... See you messed up my mental health; I was quite unwell."
'Click!'
Unplugged.
Fingers closed about a guitar, and a door slams locked behind a bellowing jacket. A window is opened, leathered legs and unstrapped heels vaulting out into the dusk. It was symbolic. Emergence. Escape from a claustrophobic shelter. Walking down a street of unfriendly stares and frightened bawling monsters [little children].Atop the tallest apartment in the precinct, sound systems and amplifiers rigged by fervent hands with black nail polish blared their loudest; the treble and bass both toggled at maximum.
This is the good Shire
There is no place for desire
There is no oppression
Only closed repression
Here
Justice brings recrimination
And solemn discrimination
There is no Ku Klux Klan
Only Black, White, Mundgen and bland
This is the good Shire
They call New York City.
A fire-access door is kicked open, ruining its hinges even further. Burly men with eclectic hair-dos, nose studs, wielding bike chains and crow bars, crashed the live performance. The one with the entire left side of his face pin-cushioned in silver shouted.
"I thought we told you before, keep your bloody opinions up your own tight ass, because nobody actually gives a flying fuck about them? Let's educate the squealer on the consequences of noise pollution, boys."
Pin-head got no further than 2 steps forward when the edge of an electric guitar dislocated the right side of his jowls, the emblazoned skull and crossbones motif smiling gleefully. A strangled howl issued from the floor. Several faces growled, feet advancing, but a lashing cable held back the teeth. The remaining 3 men fanned out, trying to seek an advantage by surrounding the lone figure.
"Come and get it one on one, if you have the balls."
"Hah! We fight to win, and if we can't win one on one, we will win with numbers. And we have 3 of us, which gives us more balls than you'll ever have, unless you can't count how many testicles you were born with, freak."
"I never knew you people were actually literate enough to be educated. Freak? Yeah, I'm one. It means being different --- from people like you. It's a plus, trust me."
"You fucking think you're that great, huh? You ain't nothin', pussy."
"Yeah, I'm something better than the shit that stinks the roof now."
The knuckle-duster came fast --- the guitar was faster, PVC strap trapping the arm before it ever got close. The man was reeled in like a fish on a hook, a hob-nailed boot kicking up between his legs. He went down, mewling, clutching a split scrotum. The other two, seizing the opportunity, grabbed onto the gangly arms, pulling fistfuls of hair.
Struggling to avoid the crow bar and cosh, the knees inevitably came through, jamming up the abdomen. Staggering, arms freed themselves by slipping out of the oversized jacket, and feet kicked out, driving one brute backwards, back through the fire-access. Strained cries of pain followed every bump down the stairs, which ended with a loud crunch.
The crow bar missed by a hair's breath [literally], landing where the back of a head had been a split second before. Retrieving the dropped guitar, an uppercut snapped a cracked chin backwards. Before the thug [now on all fours] recovered, the guitar dived down, driving his lower spine unto the concrete. He tried to get up, but the next blow thudded between his hackles, beating him down again like an animal. And it was a while before the punishment ceased.
Shattered bones splintered through every joint of each limp limb. An unstrapped boot, hungry for more, stepped slowly, purposefully, upon the man's broken fingers. A harsh scream of torment sent the nearby birds from their perch into the skies.
The exit from the building was welcomed by a cage of car sirens and uniformed personnel. The skull leered in satisfaction, mouth full of sweet red sauce.
"Drop your weapon and put your hands up, fuck-face, or it's gonna get uglier. You're now under arrest on accounts of brutal assault on law-abiding citizens of the state, and, creating a scene."
It raised the guitar, the skull grinning in defiance. Shinny badges and truncheons closed in, outraged that the little prick that disrupted their coffee-and-donut break dared to resist captivity. It would have to be done the hard way then. A T-baton bashed through the fingerboard, caving in the last line of defense. A rain of sticks followed.
Cold steel cuffs grasped broken wrists together. A bruised shoulder is pressed hard into the road, bitumen matching the eye-liner upon the mis-shapened cheek bone. A tattooed arm wiped the wet truncheon upon the torn leather jacket.
A familiar face came into focus momentarily.
"We told you to keep your fucking opinions to yourself, bitch."
And the world went dark.
Friday, September 22, 2006
The Importance
The White LightTo be lost in the bright
A sudden burst of white
Fading, glory revealing ---
Dawning shafts of Heaven
Through leaves overhead descend
Flowers, fruits and ripe clearings
The flutter of feathered wings
Dandelions away in the wind
A heath, a blooming garden
Secret, locked away in my heart
A whisper: "The key is in the Light"
Out of a door in a picture
A cottage over the meadows
Where the rainbow ever grows
Somewhere only the birds know
And where the bees make sweet dreams
To be lost in the bright
A sudden burst of white
And the morning caught me,
Carried me away in the wind
In the softness of a lullaby
The blissful sleep of a baby
Blossoms crowning her golden tresses
Bare feet dancing beneath a lily dress
A singing flute upon her girlish lips
The sound of felicity
Flowing like a river
Rising into the high sky
To be lost in the bright
A sudden burst of white
A hum, hmm-mm, of leaves of memory
Twirling, dancing brown on a breeze
The smile of a friend, brother, sister
The radiant face of a lover
An aging Mother's coughing wheeze
My heart is asunder
To be lost in the bright
A sudden burst of white
And I am cast away, far, faraway
In the glint of sword steel
Come hither to my eyes, under sunshine light.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Underwater
Atlantic
I cannot recall exactly when
There began a fissure from within
The hollow of my breast
Removable, misplacable;
Good ale in my left hand
The other hefting a shinning brand
[Porta di Ferro mezano]
Salute!
[Dente di Chingiale]
Steps off the board.
There began a fissure from within
The hollow of my breast
Removable, misplacable;
A detached missing piece
That stole away my peace
That stole away my peace
I, the reef-stricken ship
Iron ribs sinking swift, sinking deep
Drowning in a sea of endless blue
'Tis the end of the quest for 'you'?
As the waves claim the eagle's nest
My sailing flag tears free ---
Pride, determined to catch the breeze
Over the skies of a scarlet horizon
This relentless restlessness
Plunging, ploughing me
Under an ocean of madness
Who will rescue me from such
Who will find me, take me home
Take me higher, higher, and higher?
Who will save me from the bonds of freedom?
Iron ribs sinking swift, sinking deep
Drowning in a sea of endless blue
'Tis the end of the quest for 'you'?
As the waves claim the eagle's nest
My sailing flag tears free ---
Pride, determined to catch the breeze
Over the skies of a scarlet horizon
This relentless restlessness
Plunging, ploughing me
Under an ocean of madness
Who will rescue me from such
Who will find me, take me home
Take me higher, higher, and higher?
Who will save me from the bonds of freedom?
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
Oh, bring back my bonnie to me
Bring back, oh, bring back,
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me, to me
Oh, bring back, oh bring back
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me
Good ale in my left hand
The other hefting a shinning brand
Dreadlocks in the on-rushing wind
[Porta di Ferro mezano]
Salute!
[Dente di Chingiale]
Steps off the board.
