ButcherMeat before your knifeSkinned and waiting to be slicedLeft danglingHoping you will cut me down instead of up.With strokes both careless and preciseThe blood - the blood that stains your knife
I would have given you my life,But you have taken more.
Rosemary For RemembranceHer hands in the waterShe re members the freck le s o n hisAs th e wo r d s d ra g h e rD ow n D O w nDOW nGet t he e to a n u n n er y
G E T T H E E T O A N U N N E R Y
BelovedI should be stronger for you Dear,Not dieing in the darkness here,Rotting from the inside outDevoured by my fear.I'de be a shining star for you,A broken satelliteBurning off her energyTo guide you through the night,But all I do is gaurd the gateAnd keep its doors thrown wideIn hopes you will return to meWhile darkness slips inside.And how it storms the parapetsAnd shakes my every stoneand echoes through my hallways,Child, you are so alone.You are waiting for a ghostthat will not come again.Nothing is outside your walls,And Nothings coming in.Are you a prisoner or a foolWho stays yet trembles so,Cloistered in these crubling wallsUnable to let go?For cowardice we mock you.Upon your strength we feed,And if you hear his cries outsideYou should not pay them heed,For they are nothing but the windThat whistles in the still,And if your house is empty,Then we are here to fill.And if your heart is heavy,Then we can take that too.There's lots of things
HindsiteDear- in the headlightsWe stood in the road unflinching.It's too late to pass the buck.
P.S.Swan feathers brushingPink lemonade stratosphere,Pallid moon mirroringA smeared staring sun,As Fenrir snarls and stretches,Slinking silently skyward.
CampsiteI do not mind the feeling of icy waterIn the morning on dry, chapped hands,The scrubbing of bowls and pots with sandIn the pale autumn light.These are the clean discomforts of life lived,And sun warmed stones and star soaked nights can make amends Say amen to the prayers that such days could last forever.But I am answered never never again.And there the knife sinks deepAs the past is waked from sleep,Defiant and pounding its fists in anger But the leaves of today leave concern from their color,As bright with me as without they do not dignify my dolorWith pity for the memoryOf what makes one day full and one day empty."Fool," they say "All things must die in time,"And so I stand stripped bare beneath the sky,Inhaling wood smoke wafting in the wind,And feel all Nature's life come to an end.
We PrayWe pray for a hope that can heal a landSpreading the good news of what God has plannedHelp us shine Your love in the darkest nightBringing more lost ones to the lightWe pray that your spirit will fuel a fireAs we set our sights on realms much higherThan the fleeting desires of world and sinLord, cleanse our spirits from withinWe pray for a willingness to beYour way of setting the captives freeServing with humility and graceSo that, through us, they see Your faceWe pray that the whole world will knowThe power inside that makes us glowWith joy that flows through what we doMay we bring people back to You!
promise your eyesgather your hopelet Love be no strangerhold them dearupon this path of dangerwatch your stepthe trail here gets steepit's a slippery slopeand consequences are deeprelinquish feardoubts need only a seedguard your hearthave faith take the leadclimb with convictionlook to the prizebeyond today's' troublepromise your eyes
Odin's TaskWhat does "an eye for an eye" mean?Steal away what was lost?Or is it more than what is seen?Wisdom at any cost!Power hungry, I hear them call,But their vision is truly small.Power hungry?Power hungry!Ha! I ought to conquer them all.What does "an eye for an eye" mean?Is it Vengeance perhaps?A greater sense, one far more keen?Or wisdom for whom lapse?I need to know the words I seek.Scour works, interest at its peak!I need to know...I need to know...That I do not grow ever weak.What does "an eye for a eye" mean?Nine days I hungered soAnd at nights: thirst. All as to gleanfrom runes, wisdom through woe,The primal truth that of this realmIn search of growth I'm at the helm.The primal truth?The primal truth...?May the mead of blood overwhelm!
Death of a GoldfishTo watery grave I must departBut lose not heartNor give a moanAs I go down the porcelain throne.