Slipping through the veil of night
Beneath the far-flung skies,
She flutters like a sail in flight---
She feeds her frail heart’s delight---
She turns to hail the morning light
Beneath the star-hung skies

Aurora, in Her cloak of grey
Sweeps back the shifting dark---
As dawn reveals the stroke of day
And nighttime goes it's smokey way---
The sky's deep blue now broken, frayed,
Sweeps back the lifting dark

Silver light splashed through the town,
It's greatest spires seeming drowned
Beneath the welling, leaping tide
Of luminescence---
And those who stood amidst the light,
Receiving gifts of sound and sight
To penetrate the deepest night,
Their arms, accepting, outstretched wide,
In Human Presence
Glorying,
Found true transcendence---
Peace they found, that would abide
Within the heart, safe from the blight
Of mankind's seeming need to fight
To prove the truth of might makes right---
And new in essence
Were the bonds that hold the bride
Unto her mate securely bound---
And Love, no longer lost but found
Decided to kick off Her shoes and stay.

Get your claws out of my heart
The pain's too much, can't take no more

It's like swallowing peanut butter
Five pounds
All at once
Without chewing
You do strange things to my throat
Not to mention my mind

You make me want to give you things
Things I ain't got
Things I got to steal

You make me ***** up rotten poetry

Clinging to the angry gnashing teeth of gods,
Cursing the thousand misfortunes there endured
Yet in mortal terror of letting go,
We suffer.

A dying multitude,
We listen to drizzling turbines
Muttering darkly in the earth,
Turning the seasons in mindless procession.
We listen for the word of affirmation,
Declaration of purpose.
The muttering continues.

Born to pain,
Raised on affliction,
Aged in despair,
We go...
Screaming kicking clawing
We make our way to the grave...
Afraid of the Reaper,
We deathgrip our agony,
Clutch it to our hearts
And pray
For one more day.

Forswearing mortality,
Some are driven to the sanctuary of a creator
While others ***** up bad poetry.

Betray your friends
Turn your back on them
For in your eyes
Glows shining and faultless
A glorious prize
Valued far above compassion
Of which the size alone
Is compensation

But in the end you'll find
The bag of gold
For which you sold your soul
Has turned to stone
You'll have nothing left
But your gilt

the zoo in winter
doesn't smell quite as bad as
the zoo in summer

I feel your eyes,
Heavy as cold lead,
Resting on my chest---
Great dauntless weights
Pushing me through the couch,
Crushing me through the ground
Through depths of Hell.
Naturally enough, I begin to panic
And jabber
Aka zuzu non biz fo metacomf
Sternly, I tell myself,
This Will Not Do.
But it is too late.
I have made a fool of myself,
And you cannot love me.