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
