You swam through my dreams like a dolphin
Then stomped on my hopes like a stallion
You answered my prayers like an angel
But you turned out to be just a devil
So why do I miss you?
Please tell me why
How hard can it be
To let bygones go by?
If you’re really the devil
That answered my prayers
And haunted my dreams
Then where are you now?
I should not allow
Your memory to linger
But my hopes are like dust
Just slipping through my fingers
I’d like to let go
And drift through the air
But I don’t have a prayer
When you’re always right there
The rain can stop falling
On this hallowed ground
Any day now
I’m bound to escape
But your binding reach
Inside my mind
Won’t let me go easy
The way that I’d like
There’s no turning back
Or turning around
So you’re welcome to temp me
Through the distance we’ve found
Last night, I had a most horrific nightmare.
You lived five-hundred miles away from me;
the roads adorned with fear and thorns.
We could never tell our fathers, nor breath a word to our mothers,
but my God, we were so in love.
Under the shadow of the night, secluded in our rooms,
we would stay up for hours, phones alight with wonder.
We shared secretive photographs, candid messages, and
talked, just talked-
Until one day, I was rambling-
I confess I cannot recall what about,
and my life suddenly imploded on itself when
you told me you loved me.
The joy I felt was beyond articulation,
but comprehensible in which it did not last.
Black smoke of distance and loneliness threatened to
choke us each passing day.
We were writing a tragedy of our very own.
One of pain, so tainted-
an absence of hope and an abundance of fear;
A tale to outlast the Devil.
Staring at my pale reflection, there were black tears down my cheeks-
a waking nightmare rushing to greet me from times not quite left behind.
I cried as the twinkling starlight passed through the windows
for no memory so sad could ever be escaped.
i drip my arms over your tired shoulders.
my hands cascade down your paper-thin back.
you're always crying.
and you're terrible wings tremble, but my dew-soaked fingers are
this is why no one can love me.
my heart is ill and beating with the strength of a
pulsing off and on and off and on.
i carry scissors.
while i hug my poor self,
i clip my wings with the ease of a
there is an end somewhere
but not here.
I've been cursed by a witch,
blessed by a pope,
traveled the seven seas,
cheated death thrice,
and now reside in Tennessee.
i always said
i always said
to when my
it to when
i lay in
when it is going
rewind to when
i was fresh,
and keep me
has left me
shadows in the morning mist
phantoms in the fog
echoes in the murky light
that bounce around the bog.
from the chasms in my mind
where darker creatures dwell.
i looked into the deep abyss
and caught a glimpse of Hell.
where winged angels fear to tread,
my dreams in twisted pose
descend with me to Hades' realm
where nothing ever grows.
except the fear i keep within
which never seems to sleep.
and this will grow in leaps and bounds
as lower down I creep.
but faith will rescue all despair.
the morning mist will rise.
the sun will drive the demons back
to darkness where they thrive.
the angels take me in their arms
and raise me from the grave.
the darkest places close again
and trees, in breezes wave.
dark though dreams can often be,
the dawn will ever rise.
i wear faith like armor
and see through his disguise.
the Devil, ever vigilant,
invades when i am weak.
even if i'm innocent,
my fall he'll always seek.
We bow, and twine our hands to worship that
Which perches in the steeple high above
And pour our sins into a troubled vat
That turns all violent thoughts to vicious love
Unfurling wings that scarcely make a sound
Abyss bound savior filled with heaven’s grace
Our mortal visions cease, it hits the ground
And murmured voices fade without a trace
Our innocence betrayed we dare to claim
That humans still deserve the gods that shine
Charred remnants of our avarice the same
As shadows used by that we thought divine
We bow repentant at its feet and pray
The angel spills our holy blood today
She's a beauty.
A princess that turned goddess,
As her body metamorphosed.
She became haughty,
but in her dreams, she felt, remorse.
She remembers him.
A nice guy that turned angel.
He was someone. She was his love.
Before she went into her cocoon,
his hand held her's like a glove.
She's a goddess demoted princess.
Locked in the clouds,
in her friend's kids bedtime stories.
Above the empire of all her, exes
she wishes he’d save her from her worries.
True, her hand was like his bone,
His hair was like her ball of yarn,
Before they learned how different they really were.
Before she went into that cocoon!
He's still a nice guy and angel,
That knows the difference between good and evil.
He's not a fool.
So, no, he never saved her.
He turns his back on her
For her to fight her own duel.
March 9/2017, 25th