Wind

As wind and snow push the leaves from each branch
Weather becomes a metaphor for the first to the last
If we linger on the branch we are vulnerable to the wind
If we fall too soon, we are crushed beneath foot and die a bit within
It is easier then
We must accept our fate
The wind will come
It isn't a matter of if
But when
So we should be ready
To have our named in the book of life
With ink and prepared for the pen

But I resist

Told since childhood that I can do anything
It came as a huge surprise they were wrong
Knowing that I don't have the talents required
The hopes in my heart as a child are all gone
Don't tell me falsehoods and conjecture
About things you can't possibly know
You impose endless limitations, you lecture
You don't understand, and hate when I grow

When it hit

Early morning sky broke
By meteor strikes
Then burned the fire
Then Fall the ash
Earth now made black
Lives cast away, all is lost
Taking less time
Than one single flash

Last image

They said he had been missing
But the security system disagreed
An infrared image captured the hand
As it was placed against the glass
As if a final testament left behind
Perhaps he had breathed his last
No sign of life remained
Neighbors worried
Fear burned inside
No one knew what to think
The fears could not be disguised
But for now he was gone
And no one wondered
What he done so wrong

Funeral Urn

I've given you every reason
To leave me
I've offered you anything
To take my life
But you seem to be ready
To believe me
And I can't speak for myself
But I am not worthy
I have guilt aplenty
So don't trust me
Take me back
Place me upon the shelf
Forget I was here

Dangerous

We see them as wild, unstoppable, violent
And that they have no soul
Simple animals with no experience of sorrow or joy
They move through the trees and forest
So silent
None can see or hear them approach
They are ghosts in the darkness
Loud when they wish to be
Or quiet
Whatever the hunt demands
I see them as majestic
Yes dangerous
But equal in respect
And deserving of dignity
Just as every human child

My mind

Fertilized
Cared for
Watered
My mind is an orchard
Full of things that grow
Some of the crop is knowledge
Some of it is wisdom of the ages
But mostly the harvest yields
Paranoia
Fear
And sorrow
Born from my mistakes
I am just a worker of the fields
Of the Lord
I don't know what else to do
But to listen to the words
And plant the seed
Chase the mice
Clear the weeds
And watch it grow

You Made Me Hope

I thought I'd arrived in Heaven
Where no one would feel sorrow
The times you gave to me were more
Than anything I'd ever been given
You were such an enormous blessing
After a life time had left me hollow
You changed me to the very core
Able to be loved, willing to be forgiven
Whatever the future promises to hold
I now believe
No longer suffering in the cold
I rise, I refuse to fall, like a weed

Gathering Storm

We are so very modern or we pretend to be
There's no escape from the gathering storm
Few ever perceive the ominous approach

A wind brings damage, causes the catastrophe
Soon the people will begin to properly mourn
Rains finally begin to pour, the land is soaked

There's no escape, instincts kick in, we long to flee
Human efforts try to reduce damage, sirens warn
Powerless to act, as the face of apocalypse is evoked

Damned and Unchosen

Since you died, I realized I've worn a disguise
Everything makes me want to perform suicide
Lifeless gray sounds scream in my ear
Nothing left to dream, my life is tears
I can't afford the cost I've been paying
No longer hear God's voice when praying
Alone I am unable to smile, or find solace
And since you left, my inner life is godless
I never thought I'd fall and never care to live
Now I call God's name, begging him to forgive
I am lost since you left
And I've nothing else to give
No matter what I do, I'll never again have you
Bereft and broken, damned and unchosen
You were my whole life
You were the only one
And now, there is nothing remaining
But quiet pain and repeated praying
Without answer, because there is none

No longer caring? No hope to care with

I gave up long ago because I wasn't ready
Not just to live, but to live forever wanting
I knew it was wrong
And I'd live on with your memory haunting
But your memory still reminds me
How I've lost so much more than time
I stopped more than hoping
I quit living and now I simply survive
People can think whatever they like
I'm finished caring
For now on

That moment

Do you let them live their life with joy
Or baggage of your unfulfilled dreams
Do you allow them to live in the moment
Or do you take it away to enjoy the scream
If you do that you are condemning them
Condemn them to experience what you had done
You steal from them the hopes for a future
That you hated your own father doing to his son

For you, my Queen

There must be no others
I've become to others chastened
For this is my life
Alive to but you
You are the queen of my keep
My flesh is alive to one
You are my dream
My devotion has come
Through tears and toil
As I fight off the many
Who might seek your attention
In rapt expectations
I must be your love
Let the day be begun
When I am your only
The one you desire
Let me be the one
Who lights your soul afire
Let me be the one
For now and ever
Let's enter the world
Together

Unrealized

Hope is a powerful thing
But it also destroys you
I cannot pray without expectation
I cannot live without desire
If my life cannot be redeemed
I still wish to know the truth
If life offers only starvation
Consume my being with fire

“We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.”  Tennessee Williams

Ashes

We beg God to save us
As we refuse to change
We cry for injustice
As we kill the children
We mock the restless
And can't bother to stay
We laugh at existence
We can't worry to pray
We are the fools
We are the dead
We are the unliving
We worship ourselves instead

Will the veiled sister pray
For children at the gate
Who will not go away and cannot pray:
Pray for those who chose and oppose”
 
T.S. Eliot 

Ask yourself

You cry that the rain and clouds obscure the light
Without the moisture to feed the plants, streams
We'd have a thirsty world, unable to feed itself
You cry for the approaching night, darkened sky
But you must know, even the earth must sleep
You are selfish, your whims foolish, the world bereft
No, you cannot explain, stop asking me why
All you desire is the moment, how you feel
And that you wish to be the only one left

“I want to make Romeo jealous! I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.”  Oscar Wilde

The Faeries Monarchy

They live
However in the margins
They exist
But we are unable to see them
They are real
Yet we see nothing
They celebrate
The life of their queen
And her lover Gwyn Ap Nudd
The throne is secure
Defended by the kingdom
The kingdom is majestic
Infused with life and energy

Beauty and Savage Beast

We are told not to make men the heroes and women the victims
I understand that, and know that my wife is filled with fire
I know that she'd beat me in so many things, every time
The reason we see ourselves defending or rescuing them
It is because we know how worthy they are in our life
And to lose their presence in our life, would lead to suicide

The Steps To Become Holy

Whether blessed by Christ
While we are in prayer
Whether by meditation
In green paradise fair
Our flesh is temporal
The spirit permanent
To reach within the mind
To heal the heart there
There is only one doorway
We long to enter the portal
And some must die
To realize
The path

Passion

I surrender all I am
All that I now have
All that I might gain
For a lifetime of moments
Spent in love with you
For my heart is light
My soul is moved
My flesh though weak
Becomes alive
And all my thoughts
When you are near
My very existence becomes true
Aimed solely at being yours
And never falling through
I am your knight
You are my princess
And there is nothing
I will not do

Emerald sky

The emerald night never fades
It remains, out of our vision field
We cannot perceive the magic
Even as it pulses with its own beat
It isn't a disguise, no masquerade
We are unaware, but it is unconcealed
Our lives go on, as comedy or tragic
Emerald sky reveals simple majesty
Like the golden wheat as seen from Elysium
Perfect, calm, beautiful and utterly sacred

Defend the Nest

So small they appear as bent grass
Or leaves flying in gusts of wind
But they interact with the woodland
Knowing any invasion might be the last
Each is a warrior, bearing the cost within
The faer live a life far from that of man
What is left if they die
Is an empty space
Where those who never saw them
Cannot mourn
This flesh is a disguise
If humans see them they are struck dumb
For here is proof of magic, in small form