Trust

Hear my words, new friend, 

But lightly, twist to sound like yours.

Your song, so eloquent and smooth,

Must be the way that I should croon.

No, lover, sing out strong your own!

I do not know you otherwise.

Show me you, or not at all,

A cracked door leaves no room.

Arrowroot

Cupid's toy, a silly herb,
A binding potion, skin to skin,
Morph she and he to them and then,
A combination meant to be, but
Cherub asked not he nor she.
Baked and cooled, on rack
Await, each cookie,
Critic's eager mouth or plate.

Hold the Broken

Had we more arms to gather,

Searchers, find, had we more

Room to shelter, care to fodder,

Palliative expression's hide: 

Oh, touch-starved lovelies,

I would hold you. I would

Bring you gently into night.

That good, good night of

Solace, lose my senses.

Tender losses, I would

Keep you, ever after,

Safe inside.

Harness

Feel out edges, 

Toe by heel, by harnessed Friend

In sightless night,

Invent a circumstance to pull in

Wonders, drive out shaky iron beam

Plug in the forces, wind the monster.

Unleash all divine and cater

Solely to this finding, to this

Molding, to this wall and chains.

But is this terror big enough

To drag in mortals, lives and all?

To rend, replace, reduce, revoke,

Repeal and tether, guard in 

Haste a poorly thought-out

Life of tame?

Closed To

I'll ask
Don't answer.
Don't quash what little lie I've led
Each moment in this storm
"We'll be ok," I swore
I moaned. A breath of
Warmth, of snowfalls, Home.
Denial, waif's keep, broken shake
Beneath, behind aforesaid question.
Please, for pity's sake, for peace,
Don't answer as I think you would,
Don't make me right, I beg, and
So by silence,
Answer, you will.

I dare not ask again.

Blink

A time seen, conquered!
Desperation drove to dance of
Driving force - it worked!
And thrall continued, all abuzz
Abounded, sounded vast and
Lifted high a warrior cry,
Fly on!
And onward flew, to
Place anew, and somewhat
Safe, and quieter, less
Rancid, raucous memory.
And in crept demon:
Doubt, and brought her cohorts,
Grief and Why? - her colors fly!
Reason meets no choice, but madness.
So it is and take the pill alone,
Sugar spoon be damned!
A Valkyrie grows tired.

Sound

Ah, the void enfolds,
Enrobes what I'd been told were lies
Ascribed to singers long forgot,
And all respect, reflect, and bow
Below what, sought, we'd find,
But now this warming fog, it pulls
Enticing, inviting - oh so calming,
Calling chants resounding, pounding,
Far-off battles, others purge the rain
Of terror that I never heard.

Forge

Child's play, burdens, only serve

To give excuse for drama, 

Tongue in cheek or bite in teeth

It's one and all, move on

None delay tick-tock or 

Flip of calendar, o what we'd give

To re-attach that page-a-day 

A time or two, and un, re-do

A momentary lapse of thought

Before a "do."

Dare

Decide, declare, and issue this,
It's not ok to do, to say, to
Be the way I was, I am, and will.
Love all I am, except
The things I really am,
The passion, flair, and failing.
Take and mold this being into
Someone now acceptable:
Declawed and trained,
For you, for your approval,
For fear of being broken,
I will sway and melt and change.

Conversation

Myriad moments rehearsed,

Complex: each avenue explored

In mind. He's there, and so

En route, each point's revised,

Re-made, re-emphasized, re-shared.

And on arrival's tripping feet, it

Withers. Where's the need? 

To stand on feet when bland

Half-smile holds so-called 

Peace intact, small

Talking hides turmoil of what

I never was:

Afraid

Cover

All is clear and all remote,
Glacier's sentient viscera:
Voiceless, Vice-less.
Telescopic lens reveals a tide
Evolving, reaching, raping,
In gulfing, gaping damp and
Distance, felt once strong and
Stalwart: safe and epic, fast and bold.
Yet far, so far away now, lost,
Almost in eon of revenge,
Resentment, scars and damage
Twisted deep enough to send
A soul inside this leaded frame of
Tori's tempered glass. Melted,
Mended, some would say. And
say, they'd see, soft covering of
Practiced shame, a rearranged reed,
Papyrus falling into Nile.

Give

White stains, skies fall;
Will withers every instant further,
Shrinks as looming threat of
Might Be hovers, hungry
At the edge of shadows.
Dressage's proud poll bent away,
Rehearsed report denied,
Decide to bend, to fold,
To mutilate.
Decide.

Disruption

Flaws in head cling tighter so,

The lie to lay beside instead;

Reasoning, to shrink, to anger none

And none to blame, would make

Each solitary night less sodden

Wrung-out pillowcase of pain.

Nor leave behind a replica of

Who she made in vain, 

As bitty-bite at once, she falters

Out of mold of could-have-been.

He's Gone

She breathes, and reaches out
As if to catch a soul
"Don't go!
I am a missing mortal fool
Without you: choke on air
Or splinter fragments of the
Sky to fall upon.
Don't leave me here alone!"
She crumples over steel and
Sympathetic white coat arms.
And that is all.

Media

Once quiet space abounds
In empty words, repeated tweets and
Chirrups uninformed, opinionated,
Misspelt wreck of information.
Don't verify, don't analyze, just
Post! It matters: share! Because
It's something said by soemone famous
On this meme, the laughing baby,
Most interesting Man - or share to show
Support, to say Amen, just Like if you
Love Bieber, Share for Spiderman.
Oh, heaven bless the interwebz - they offer a
Display mode for the world to
Witness egg foo young
On any instant, any face.

A Joyful Poet

Has one met a joyful poet
Dancing brightly on the moor,
Or wear we all a sash of sadness,
Cloaked in mist and mithering?
Mutts and mudstained lot we must be;
Lost word-weavers wending tales
And traipses we would fain all take,
If nothing but our sashes shed and
Moor mist shake, the trek
Would its own worth create.

Camel's Back

Whisker's length is all,
I fear, from devastating wrath and coals.
Mere moments, yet, between this
Field and hearth of flaming fuel that
Drives, in fury. Drives in thunder,
Drives to madness, empties, pulses,
Rapes and leaves a carcass: bleeding
Mind that twitched and turned a
Waking eye aside for feather's weight in
Maat, that path not far away.

Because We Do

This is why we
Pile life thusly. This
Is why my coffer's bare.
And this is why I taste
Of bitter herb and correlate
To daily bread a dab of fear.
This, dear heart, is why I cater
To each pall and whim and
Wail, to bring you farther,
If I could, from where you see
That I have failed.

Encircle

There was a wall

And brick by brick and

Mortar round, that

Wall thieved thought and

Will engulf until it

Crushes every ounce of

Otherwise assent

Into an atomy, a thread,

A whisper of what 

Used to be, and after

All accomplished, all

Surrounded, builder sees

In basic lay, that first encounter

Ever such a tiny flaw - that

Spark, now muffled from her breeze

Can't burn, can't hold this

Wall, this work of art becomes

Such burden, bound to crumble,

Meant for greatness, cold, enacted,

Great thereof, the fall.

Gentle Hypocrite, this Heart

You could not be so different
From he and he and he before;
Protestations, proclamations, all
Alike, but more adventurous
This time around seems, daring, safe, and
Righter than my eye for aye. A posh,
A down-to-earth extreme I glow
And go to sit with you and mourn
The wage demanded of each day, the
Call of Sirens, "Come and rest, yon weary sailor!
Bring your aching bones ashore!" A cry,
A call, to end all being self
And nothing more.