I told her
Do not wrap your hair around your fingers
and claw at the nape of your neck.
There is no zipper in your gorgeous flesh
and no laces in your spine.

Break your fingers and
stare too long into the sun.
I pray you stand on the porch and
smile at the oncoming storm.
I will chase it away and catch your breath
when you are winded
from running out of time.

I was perplexed by your
martyr complex
when you followed the red roads
searching for that which I have hidden
in my own skin.

And if you feel you really must
find your way to the dead end path,
You must first carve
the map from my own flesh.

I will be your guide.
I will not let you go.

Hands brush our skin
in hopes of feeling something again-
all we feel is the wind
and they're left with empty chests.

It was black, just black
          before the attack
                                  by everything I feared
                                   my lips in the mirror
trembled and quivered
as snakes found their
                                  way into my mind,
                                   out my ears and into
my home, the spiders
climbed on the outside
                                 of my frame, no need to
                                   bite or spin a web,
I had woven my own trap,
  my floor became ladders
                                         and I was thirty three
                                         feet above anything real,
there was no one to watch
     but alone I saw all eyes
                                        were turned on me,
                                         I started to cry and drown
in my tears but then the
worst happened and I frowned
                                                   as I was comforted by a clown
                                                   who put his hand on my shoulder
             and said "don't worry, you'll be a year
older next time, there will be much more to fear."
Like Clowns...

For a time I disliked change,
For a change I disliked time,
For a time, change disliked I,

We fear what we don't understand,
Ask those in power,
We fear they don't understand,
Abuse of power.

Goodnight, I will be up past midnight
jot a few words down, in the dim light,
hoping the ideas are light and bright,
in a story where time stands still until...

a son is found by his mother,
they are reunited with a sister and brother,
a daughter and son, and together,
they look for their father, husband and king,
while they save the known world, from disastrous
calamity...
don't believe it,
that is why, they call it fantasy...adventure

PSA   Public Service Announcement  PSA
oh remember to set your clocks back this weekend,
and that will give me an extra hour of time
for typing, while you all do what you do when
you stay up late and sleep in, too.  


Time for a change

Bright black
bright mind
talk like a parrot
has talent to share it
knows how to have fun
in new fallen snow
               and bright sun
roll down the ***** once
and again,
roll down the ***** steady to
standing to roll again
playfully
slowly to
roll until the bottom is
found
smart as a whip,
able to strip the dead to the bones
catch him playing once
fine
but
then
nevermore.

Under the shade of a tree, I can see the world.
Unadulterated colors, bleeding between then lines of society.
Lounging in the depths, soaking up the cool, cool cloak of solitude.
Masked proportion of land, dipping beneath the heat of a comets flare.
God's favorite creation, walking under the sun, melting away in a job well done.

But from the shade of my tree, I can see the world.
Not a bead of sweat befalling my brow.
No shades of luminous ribbons, blaze through my shadows.
My blue eyes, the only ray forgoing all rhyme or rhythm.

I watch the world from behind the line of light.
The untold story, of a girl battling that fight...