Dusty lies the earth,
Cracking under sin so strong,
Child don't cry for me.

Atop sleeps it still,
Whirling waters run below,
Punctured, sleeps no more.

Wind is screaming out,
Teasing the truth from inside,
Cover me up tight.

Ablaze be my shell,
Retching putrid flames of joy,
Shrieking in my eyes.

Trace of what once was:
Cinders bearing what will be.
Only faith is left.

A glimmer of a thought,
She thinks, she ponders
Of the meaning of life
And of what is to be.
And why it was and
How it is now.
Why is it now?

Who am I to be?
Can I feel actions through thoughts?
Thoughts through deed?
There lay the seed.
But not today, not today,
Too weary for thought today.
Maybe tomorrow.

Tomorrow is today, but not today
Too busy for thought today
Certainly tomorrow

So the blanket falls.
And try as she might,
She cannot remember the questions...
Was it
Who am I? What am I?
Or was it
Who am I to love?
What am I to wear?
And there ends her tale.
The End.

Tomorrow falls for tomorrow
Today is never a time
Hair, clothes,
She said,
He said,
Love found and lost.
They all said.
No, today is never a time.

The question lies unasked
Ascends from thoughts so noble
This one had potential, this one had a chance
But the question,
Flies unasked
Dries unasked
Dies unasked.

Silent serpent of length unknown
Eats at its tail, a hungry beast
Further enters the dark world grown,
Slithers into a deadly feast

Fooled, it judges itself so wise,
Insatiable satiated with deceit,
Broken and bent, relentless it tries
Wrenching pain as white and black meet

Proud smirk betrays its resting place
Exchanged terror resides with guile
Scything gleam of the hooded face
Swiftly rides past, a minute a mile

No snake lies where it had once been
Save an etch in thoughts of passers by
Many a struggle in this plane seen
Merge with elements that can not die.

"There's a shadow just behind me,
Shrouding every step I take,
Making every promise empty,
Pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
Who upon the finger rests
****** now the path called must we
Just before the son has come."

"I am just a worthless liar
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you
Trust in me and fall as well
I will find a center in you
I will chew it up and leave
I will work to elevate you
Just enough to bring you down."

Undertow

Oh cut-throat world,
What do you know?
Cut my throat,
'Nother one will grow.

So slash my wrists
You'll soon see
The pulse in my veins
Is wrist free.

Why chop my legs!
You won't believe,
I'll still run,
Isn't mine to grieve.

Do what you wish,
Hurt clear of mend.
You know what I am?
A start with no end.

Tick tock
Swings the pendulum clock
To and fro
And away we go.

Tick to the To
And the black appears blue
It's as the crystal so clear,
Why I love you my dear.

Tock to the Fro
To the base of the low
Where nothing made sense
Save deep sadness so dense.

Tick to the To
Such a beautiful view
The spark from your soul
That made us once whole.

Tock to the Fro
I feel blow after blow
Your finger pokes and points
To separate lives with no joins

Tick to the To
Remember from whence it once grew
The place without bounds, of security deep
You by my side, I dared to leap

Tick to the Fro
Now nowhere else to grow
Security a prison that here holds me tight
Dreamless, stuck in the darkness of night.

The To of the white
The Fro of the black
I leave that pendulum swinging
And I do not look back.

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.