Monday, 29 October 2007

A Tie-Die Chorus for Angels

‘Now’s a bad a time as any’

bound for checkmate

the envelope is sealed

monochrome eyes

unearth a pencil map

lay out on a midnight divan

velvet age, deception of self

the wind wants to carry you

roses in arms, silence for eyes

green mourns for you

in the coming of the fates

joy can’t touch this moon

it’s a melodious acceptance

no fear for the all too near

a weight in the wings

soul folded


Sunday, 14 October 2007


The whirlwind died down
a long time ago
the word is out
and we were shaken
let out the birds
let them come home
ask the sky a question
can you go higher?
can you stand under the stars
when the symphony ends?
can you open your blood
for the power of verity?
the silver cord reaches to all
and not just to yourself


Sunday, 7 October 2007

Little Miss Fickle

thank you thank you
your blessings
ignite my ego

your spotlight
brings my crimson
and soothes my need

i am addicted to strokes
but i fall apart if your head
does not turn

i have a solid mask
and have learned spite

i am ~yawn~ ever thankful
(i'll be with you in a minute)
and i bow and smile
to your raised glasses

but for your sin
i will ignore you
at the celebration party