The Grinch of Christmas PresentGone with the deadlineMagic turned to bitten nailsHopes for bigger shoes
AhemEloquent drivel-Slug trails shimmer in moonlight,But it's still just slime.
Stick in the EyeTrouble stickslike the tar pitsof your eyes.Dig me up when I touch the bottom.Till then,I'll be amassing mastodonsFor a later date.
She Talks to FaeriesShe talks to faeries, though earth boundShe's of the moon, my lovely loon.One wing out and one wing inof where the edges fray and thin,Leading off to otherwhere.Threads of aether in her hair,Lachrymose she tarries hereHalfway lost and halfway foundT'ween the toadstools, hunkered downWond'ring why they left her hereA grounded creature of the air.Silly loon,you are a door.That is what they left you for.Halfway ours and halfway theirsSeeing clearly through your tearsA peephole to a far off placeCalled by songs of Otherspace
1000 Feet DownIt's 1000 feet down you would sayAnd I would kick and sway.Beneath me lay such wild and terrible beasts,Each coveting my tender toesWhich trembled at their teeth.And so our game would go,Me clinging there unwilling to let go,Quite sure I'd soon be food for crocodiles,Growing weaker and more frantic all the while,While you stood, arm still sure and strong,Aware 1000 feet was not so longFor a father's love to reach.And though my childish fancies made me fear,Both your arms always would be thereTo catch me falling,To hold me tight and tell me I was brave,That you were there to save me all along,But first I had to show that I was strong.
IncorruptibleThese holes with ragged edges bare a letter of your name.I work hard to keep them open,To enshrine my deep devotion,To ensure the only token that you left me with - my pain.So here I keep you cloistered in the ruin that is me,A tomb to love, a flesh reliquary,Graven image to the past, heart held clasped, hands that grasp,Unwilling to relinquish your remains,Relishing the martyrs role for the one I'd canonize,These sacred scars, my ragged holes,The sweet stigmata of my soul,Weeping that you'd make me whole and open up your eyes,Roll back the rock, releasing me from Sisyphus's stead,But devotion doesn't matter to the dead.My eidolon, my anguish, I've come to realize,For me to live you must be exorcized.I think I will draw you from my veins.I think I will cast thee out.I think I will euthanizeThis worn acolyte once so devout.This is my body. This is my blood.It's time to bury you for good.
Breakthrough The Cycle (Poem)As the heart aches the mouth profanesTo habits and addictions we've become enslavedOur frustrations increase as our sin remainsYet in our strength no progress can be obtainedOnly when we are so broken, it's Him we start seekingThe one whom in our suffering has been silently weepingHis words never ceased as He has always been speakingWe ignore that voice that has been internally preachingHe sends out His faithful to testify of a love so greatIt is not in His nature to forsake and let you fade awayHe is determined to bring you back to that wonderful placeThat in your search to fill your heart, you lost the wayNow you sit in worry, pain, and sorrowHoping for that miracle, a new tomorrowConsuming all that will help you numb it all and let you forgetBut your own strength only brings a new day with more regretsLook into the depths of your heartRemember that even you, He has set apartFrom your side He hasn't chosen to departTake it now, seize it, and accept to restartJesus
Crystal FearCrystal Fear.By Michael ArnoultNon-dramatic memories.Disconnected vacancies.Numbly pulsing in the head,Visions of a vivid red.Told to never talk to strangers,Unaware of present dangers.Victims in the vast eruption,Shown spontaneous corruption.Walking in the waves of sound,Impulsively turning around.Answering the fated shock,Flying from a fallen flock.Running to the nearby grass,Stepping on the shattered mass.Staring into empty eyes,Cackling greed and bloodshot lies.Blindly moving at full speed,Echoing a distant plead:Fate will show you its protection,Choices show you their reflection.Bullet shells falls in a tear.The end result is crystal fear.Memories of vivid red.Screams for freedom, sobs of lead.
The Angel of FireWith her flaming eyes of red,And her fiery, soft long hair,With the phoenix draped beside her head,As she sits in her eggshell lair,In her ling flowing dress,Red as a crimson leaf,Looking at her one might guess,That this scene is beyond belief,Protected by the phoenix of power,She will save the phoenix raceThat lives within the volcanic tower,It is the greatest task that she must face,After successful battles she gains powers of her own,The angel of fire sets out alone
Death of a GoldfishTo watery grave I must departBut lose not heartNor give a moanAs I go down the porcelain throne.