The hearts of people are like flowers.
They are beautiful
They grow everywhere
They are strong
In the sun, they shine
In the wind, they dance
But whether a rose or a poppy
When cut, they die
When crushed, they wilt
When the storms pass
They can be torn
Maybe after the rain they will grow again.


הלבבות של אנשים הם כמו פרחים.
הם יפים
הם גדלים בכל מקום
הם חזקים
בשמש, הם מאירים
ברוח, הם רוקדים
המין לא מניין
אבל
כשחתך, הם מתים
כשנמחץ, הם נובלים
כשסוער, הם קורעים
אולי אחרי הגשם הם יגדלו שוב.

The maiden the mother the hag
The girl the woman the crone
Grace to beauty to death
Tears to sweat to bone

That feeling like someone walked over your grave
That shakes you from head to toe
That feeling like you walked out of summer's arms
Into a sheer wall of snow
feel that sensation, that burning knife
That turns in your back and spreads
Now hold it , then chain
And it don't let it go
It'll remind you what it's like to be dead

I wish I could whisper
sweet nothings into his ear
But he hates kitch
Loathes sentiment
And besides
He's hard of hearing

Athena

And a thousand kisses
with a thousand lies
line a thousand fears
with a thousand sighs
and a thousand lessons
just a thousand words
put a thousand ideas
into  a thousand worlds
while a thousand minds
draw a thousand breaths
like a thousand tears
o'er a thousand deaths
for a thousand vows
raise a thousand cries
to a thousand answers
and a thousand skies
change a thousand answers
soothe a thousand cries
now a thousand vows
die a thousand deaths
shed a thousand tears
steal a thousand breaths
**** a thousand minds
on a thousand worlds
what's a thousand ideas
just a thousand words
lose a thousand lessons
breath a thousand sighs
live a thousand fears
of a thousand lies
and a thousand kisses

Eirene

With a twist and a turn
Not of this world
Her coat is unclasped
And slides down to the floor
It's her song
Weaving itself
Over mumbled words
Through cigarette smoke
She moves,
Her body ,water
The air, her vessel
Se possesses every atom
That dares touch her
The first notes still playing
Her feet find the centre of the room
A slight pause
Then the first beat
The first note of the first verse
Giving itself to her
The virginal sacrifice.
She takes it
And the next
And the next
A goddess
Greedy for her pound of flesh
Each note absorbed
Entwined selfishly with her essence
She winds each round her ankle
And slowly
They rise
First seeking out her calf
Then her knee
Then her thigh
Then....
Then she begins
Water flows
Becoming the one thing
Every being strives to please
With honed patience she captures all
Forming her banks
Her slightest of moves
Carving an unseen light about her
Marking her
A brand not seen
Yet it draws the eye
Then your soul
And with the music to herself
Not letting one thing
Escape her now heaving breast
She curves
The soul curves
She moves
The music moves
She is the melody
She plays
It's the music that dances to her.

Silver linings
Are dreams of clouds
Yet with a sliver of silver
We take to the skies

The angels ask us
To keep their silence
The price for our forbidden flight
But enamored by beauty
Befuddled by grace
we are forever chasing after
that which we wish were

A dozen glass roses
velvet lined stairs
Glass ballroom slippers
Pearls in our hair

Slivers of longing
Are what we have left
The angels disapprove
Silence is broken
The vow unfulfilled

A dozen gold roses
To pave all the stairs
and golden glass slippers
To match our hair

Silence lingers
We are struck blind
The angels turn their backs to us
The gates of heaven are closed
Not even the holiest of days
Will cleanse our souls

Goyim
Infidels
******

a dozen red roses
Line the graves to the stairs
They shattered our slippers
And tore out our hair