Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Ode to the water of life

My lips grow dry awaiting your pleasure,
My hands they itch to pull you close,
to raise you up high, my light, my treasure
And to the tavern propose a toast

And to the world proclaim my lust
Reunited consummate joy
And drain you I will, as drain you I must
Though my heart and soul you destroy

Another round of my love, I'm buying
to banish pain, bow to old ghosts.
Another round of my love, I'm dying
To spirits and generous hosts.

Monday, July 30, 2012

So patterned is the chaos...

So patterned is the chaos,
predictably undoing
In everything that's lost
there dwells a new beginning

In blank, quiet spaces,
balance, hate with what you give
Softly pass to leave no traces
of ever having lived

Sunday, July 29, 2012

In everything there does reside...

In everything there does reside
the brighter and the shadow side
Even suns in twilight shine
as noonday moons from midnight hide

In dusk there dwells the hope of dawn
midday casts shadows, deep and strong
In balance checked, each force entwined
The weave of patterns by design

Do not resist the ebbing tide
or refuse precious points of pride
Accepting each with purpose clear
embracing both, shed undue fear

Yet revel not with undue joy
nor righteous, wicked lust destroy
Lest burn within a flame so bright
it immolates the very night

Then darkness grows, as wire thin
are drawn resolve and hope, and then
while holding close most hated fears,
you've lost your grasp on all that's dear

Saturday, July 28, 2012

How many shadows....

How many shadows
have you seen,
how many chains
have daisies been

How many ghosts
remain unwed
for what is love
among the dead

And what is death
to those who love
who live in light
and dwell above

For what lies below
but former years
tainted by
unwanted fears

And so are shadows
yet unseen
flitting through
the lake of dreams