Mail WomanDo your lips crave my wrath;
A forest fire in December.
The calming touch of my fingers;
Golden sand of a African desert.
Can you taste my dreams on your tongue?
Hold them in the base of your heart?
Protect them within your ovaries.
And send them off into the world along
With all your other children.
Do you hope they're dreams come true?
Or lie dormant, resting from the long walk
Across snowy mountains and hot deserts.
Do you watch them carefully from heaven?
A desire to protect what is yours,
Burning below your ribcage?
Can you hear their heartbeats?
Those miracles you helped create.
Are they burning brightly?
And holding tight to humanity.
Do you watch them shuffle through snow,
Travel through vast, blue rivers and sandy deserts?
Hear the breath swirling within their bodies, relaxed while they sleep.
Do you watch over them from the stars?
If so, come find me.
Come find me and teach me the way.
Across sandy deserts and through winter days,
So that I will be placing my feet
Blue HuesLook into her eyes
Tell me what you see
Are the windows strong?
"Blood is gain?"
Or have the doors gone un-oiled,
And a swirling emotion of
Penetrates your heart?
You may reach for her,
But you may not, use
You may hold her close to your
But you may not, use your arms.
Look into her eyes
And embrace her for the
Beautiful woman I know her
Two DropsA maiden made of snow.
Lips as red as the blood of a beast.
Eyes like ice on a winters night.
Porcelain cheeks hold secrets
No human could bear to hear.
The shells of their ears can not hold
Such unsettling stories.
But aren't they just tales that were spun
Out of a lace of lies?
With lips red from the blood of her prey.
And eyes silver, but be not controlled by such a beauty.
For within her soul lies a pit of fire,
A thirst for human blood.
Silently she walks through the wood,
Never stumbling or faltering her steps.
The unsuspecting hunter caught
Between the ticking seconds of
Fate and the thumbing of his heart.
With lithe feet,
She's on him within half a second.
Fangs kiss the mans neck,
Ravishing a river of red
That pumps through his
And when she's finished,
When her victim's lips give up
The last ounce of air they hold,
She will brutally rip his body
Limb from bloody limb.
So no one would see what happened there.
Only the small drops of blood
That have fallen from her lips,
ShineSo many amazing things
Have happened today.
Hands locked together,
And no worries in sight.
Even when I'm
Drenched from the rain
Cascading from the sky,
I don't feel the moisture
Hit my skin.
And as we stand lone
On the corner of East Main and Chestnut,
We watch the world wash away
In the rain.
Words Are For ChildrenRemember the time
Before the snow storms
How delicate your soft,
Black eye lashes were then?
Has that memory evaded your mind?
It still stays like glue to mine.
You were so precious.
My little daughter
Out in the snow.
I want to preserve your memory.
Incase it in glass so that it will never
Decrepit and old.
You're too beautiful for any of that.
Your cheeks too rosy for wrinkles.
And your eyes too perfect a key hole
Into your soul, for tears.
Let me take the fear
From your heart
So that you may rest there peacefully,
In the snow.
Without A SongThis Sunday rainfall melts
Down the street lights directing traffic
At 6:30PM, Pacific Time.
And just like the earth just awoke from
A wonderful slumber,
The ocean swelled, breathing deep breaths,
Relieved to have that spiny
contraption removed from it's skin.
Maybe the world would run smother,
Faster, and more silently without
Human life humming
Down its walls.
Or maybe, just the opposite.
It would sit on its shores
With salt upon its cheeks,
And with the last ounce of strength,
It would wave to the human ships,
Forget ItHow do you expect your family
To stay together
When you can't even make dinner?
What's the point in holding
It all together for just one simple
Flash of a smile?
That's all I get.
Usually you're wrapped up with something more important
And tonight you can't even make dinner.
We were supposed to make it together.
Father and daughter.
Side by side.
I don't really see the sense
in you living here anymore.