Robed Angels; wreathed in light
Needn’t flap feathered wings to be in flight
Angular and tall or skinny and stout
When they enter the room there be no drought

Away, away; go leave me now
I am alone on this muddy ground

Slowly, they march and gracefully they turn
Gaze at me full on so blithe, so stern
So terrible and yet exquisite
Sometimes they grace me with a visit

Away, away; go leave me now
I am alone on this muddy ground

I feel them breathe and every heart beat
It’s so overwhelming to appraise such a glorious a fleet
I can feel it whenever they are near
Warm radiance floods up my neck to my hearing ear

Away, away; go leave me now
I am alone on this muddy ground

Robed Angels; wreathed in light
Needn’t flap feathered wings to be in flight
Androgynous and lovely in such extremes
Sometimes I fear they are a thing only of dreams

Away, away; go leave me now
I am alone on this muddy ground

There is a face
That lingered
So constantly
Her name
was Cindy
I thought at first
She wanted to help
But now I see
That she hates me
‘Purge it!’
She screamed
Standing over me
I obeyed
Since it was all
I was capable of
She told me
She loved me
When I looked
In the mirror
She revealed
My hideous flabs
Bulges and bumps
And was encouraging
When I tried
To banish them
But then
After a time
I realized
That face
In the mirror
Was only me.

While everything of beauty dies,
And you can hear the wild bird’s cries,
A squirrel runs franticly from branch to branch.

His red-gold fur gleams in the shining dawn,
As he gazes down at a young fawn,
Loping peacefully among the colourful leaves.

Red, green and orange crunch beneath him,
He gnaws at vegetation on a mere whim,
Then he flees at the sight of a burly hunter.

With a short bang and a soft thud,
The deer’s fur becomes matted with blood,
The hunter proudly advances to claim his prize.

Tying his dinner to the front of his truck,
He drives home cheerfully through the muck,
Later that night the tender meat will be a stew.

As the children bounce around the house,
The mother screams at the sight of a mouse,
A tatty little friend who shivers in the corner.

We will deign on rose petals as silence suffocates us
Yet we will not whisper, nor will we weep
We must enjoy the last breath that’s ours to keep.

Dead in the heart
Dead in the soul
Because you won’t pay death’s deadly toll!

Grave robber, grave robber,
Please leave us our thrones
Lest we gnaw on our own finger bones.

Rub mud in your eyes;
It won’t make you see
Soiled and blind is all you can be.

Don’t you ever come,
Cry and plead
I’ll give no more answers, guaranteed.

It was all for you
That we sacrificed our life
But please go on and cause more pain and strife!

I have the army
But you still denied
That you continue to fight for your pride…

Twisting, choking
Bruising, burning
Pushing, biting and finger-turning.

We’re the Olympians
Daughter and Son
Hear our mute roar and in terror; run.

Flee in the night.
Rob our graves. Run.
You coward, you fool. You exodus of one.

There are five things I love,
The smell and colour of freshly cut grass,
Like the dark colour of sea glass,
Yellowing pages of a well-written book,
The best place to read them is in a hidden nook,
Big, tall, old cedar trees,
I watch them sway in a gentle breeze,
That guy who will never know my name,
My **** shyness is to blame,
Fireworks in the midnight sky,
Fantastic colours that make the crowds sigh.

I was stripped clean and rubbed raw,
Thrown into the world where everyone saw,
How my scars from being doused in pain,
Have been washed away by the rain,

With darkness ahead and nothing behind,
I tried to stifle the monster inside,
It scratched and tore at my heart,
And very slowly I fell apart,

As I lay bruised and trampled in the dust,
Angry, hurt and filled with lust,
I saw a light; the Father and the Son,
Who picked me up; and forgave me for all I have done,

Now I am free from the ghosts of my past,
I see a reason to live at last.

Angel trumpets pour out blessings from their jail of vines,
Graceful beings so lovely they needn’t dress to the nines,
Breathing stone elephants batting their eyes dark and grand,
Vast windows are thrown open looking out at distant land,
Hues of purple and shades of pink distort the midnight sky,
At the center of the room stands a twisted bonsai,
The warm breeze carries the many natural perfumes,
And the masquerade tramps in wearing outrageous costumes,
Flamingos and candles in unison glide across the black lake,
Not one diamond star shall the reflection dare forsake,
The finest wines and bolstering laughter are enjoyed together,
Whilst people reminisce and gift one another with white heather,
You shall be my mighty King and I’ll be the Queen,
Arm and arm or dancing only will we be seen,
I’ll make sure there is no rip or doubt in any seam,
Please darling won’t you join me in this fragrant dream?

I dream of frothing mists,
I dream of stormy seas,
I dream of hills green and tumbling,
I dream of leafy emerald and needled trees,
I dream of crumbling castles,
I dream of the whispering breeze,
I dream of the bleeding sun,
I dream of vivid flowers and tangling vines.
I dream of you and me so many times,
I dream of rain pelting the roof,
I dream of the skies azure,
I dream of beautiful reflections at waters edge,
I dream of the smell of fresh mint leaves,
I dream of dainty glimmering flakes,
I dream of shiming fish scales,
I dream of a rainbow's colour, seven fold,
I dream the most fiery of dreams.

Our generation constantly seeks,
To find the meaning of unique,
We spend our time browsing boutiques,
Or turning our self into a freak.

We all end up looking the same,
Don’t you think that is a little lame?

Perhaps we should delve a little deeper,
Let us take a peek at what’s on the inside,
Intrigue others with what isn’t cheaper,
In fact, let’s take this nationwide!

Just like that good ol’ celery stick,
What colour you turn is up to you to pick!

What we put inside is what comes out,
Do you want to reflect what is around you,
Or whip together your very own image without,
Soaking up someone else’s goo?

Last night I had a dream,
I was dancing with the stars,
The bright specks of light,
Like little holes in the darkness,
They are the lights of heaven,

Last night I had a dream,
It was about silver eyes,
Silhouetted by a dark horizon,
They scanned the world for treachery,
Then slowly they vanished,

Last night I had a dream,
I was attacked by a giant spider,
It hurt when it poisoned me,
Then it was like I was asleep,
And slowly it ate me,

Last night I had a dream,
I dreamt that you loved me,
I was your angel who kept you safe,
You held me close and whispered in my ear,
Telling me that to you; I had no flaws,

But they were all dreams,
Stars are far to high to dance with,
No one’s eyes are silver,
I am here; safe in my bed,
And you will never love me.

You’re packing your suitcases
To see places no one’s seen
Go visit heavens where no one wants to dream

Nothing can stop you now
Bound by the damage on your limbs
There’s no guarantee you’ve got a fresh life that begins

I’ll remind you as your hand rests on the door
Only cats have nine lives - but you never cared
So you think you’ll push things that no one has ever dared

It’s not me that so amazing,
It’s the emotions I feel,
It’s a constant craving,
I could go on an endless spiel.

In the cavity of my brain,
I feel flowers of fire in bloom,
So lovely it nearly causes pain,
A heady spicy, Indian fume.

People are in there too,
Stories, heroes and romance,
They are impossible to subdue,
Their bare feet are caught up in dance.

Entire worlds and endless seas,
Colour so divine, so intense,
Faerie voices in the ticklish breeze,
Experiences overwhelming every sense.

Then here I am at my ordinary desk,
Holding a pen in my hand,
Trying to make a boring life less grotesque,
Trying to meet my internal demand.

Come in through the backdoor,
Enter this house of stone,
Ripped apart by cold war,
You dare invade this combat zone?

Now do you see the vampirism?
Eating away at us all around?
We’ve as many faces as a prism,
Can’t track ‘em with a hound.

Free us from this mighty sin,
Speak the deplorable word,
Cry out over this potent din,
Command the theater of absurd.

Watch them fall; all crumbling,
Into a dismal dust,
Hear the end of grumbling,
Leave only yourself to trust.

I see them twirl while giggling
On the leaves in the faerie ring
Flashes of root-noses and solid black eyes
Their jolly music is a human’s demise

With the yielding moss beneath my feet
I watch one of them take a seat
His robes are the colour of lead
A crown of berries rests on his head

Silver hair framing a young man’s face
My breath is gone without a trace
A challenging glint in his gaze
I’ve been standing here for days

A round emerald face appears
With glass teeth the fey leers
Sweetly it kisses my hands
And I leave the human lands

Into the circle I carefully trod
I nearly walk on a stray sod
He cackles and beams up at me
Beneath the cover of a willow tree

The sky is a vivid violet hue
And I am lost to the view
Creatures dance all around
I now know their sound

Skipping feet stuck on a tune
This is how I met my doom
Forever I am left to dance
And live a perfect romance

I once knew a man called Joy
We met when he was but a boy
He was merry as can be
But his chin was soon whiskery
He wore a red plumed hat
With a matching cravat
His pants were green and fluffed
Tucked into boots all scuffed
We had a cheery life together
No man could have ever been better
But soon he was far older than me
Eye to eye we could not see
His laugh lines got all baggy
His skin turned grey and saggy
It breaks my heart every day
Remembering what he did say
We were walking through a grove
Between the trees we strode
Under one he sat to rest his head
Looked about him and happily said
“This is more beauty I have ever seen”
On his face the light shone green
That was the last time I saw the man
“Please do not leave me!” I began
But it was too late and he was dead
Ever since I’ve felt nothing but dread

She was afraid you would break her heart,
But now she is willing to risk being torn apart,
She feels that need to be yours alone,
She dreams of talking to you daily on the phone,
She feels so silly; just like a stupid little girl,
Sleeping alone, her body twisted in a fetal curl,
Her heart aches for you to smile at her,
Her body longs to feel you pressed against her,
So afraid to tell you; can she ever have you?
What would you do, if you knew?