The Lip Did It

Tired drowsy eyes meet the lip of the bottle
That sweet simple lip
Wrap yourself around him and encompass all
The sweet liquid runs to meet his exhausted buds
They experience each other and are satisfied
As the dew from the bottle rolls down to touch his chest the liquid begins to run through his veins

They Are Coming

Coming to a close are the hedges of life
The stars shine but the heart no longer swoons
How can it be that all decency has gone missing?
How can it be that all evil has gone missing?
That which has been given has been taken away
All is gone.
What is left?
Soon the doors will be shut; make haste
Run as fast as your porcelain legs can carry you
Swift are the wings but downtrodden are the thoughts

Where They Lie

Seek her when the morning is misty and the sun is covered by the lonely grey clouds who hover over the earth in search of a friend

Seek him when the afternoon sun warms the earth and there is plenty to keep him from all dangers of the night

Seek her when the sun has fallen and depression seeks all; she looks to the stars for a companion but they send her none

Seek him when the morning has just come; watch him peacefully in bed without wonder

Seek them if you wish, with no connection between the two

Find Me

Come into the night
Feel my darkness
Come into the night
See my dreams
Come into the night
Hear my eyes talk of all that has come and passed

Come into the misty morning
Feel my cold touch
Come into the misty morning
See my dewy hair hang down below my eyes
Come into the misty morning
Hear my restless legs pass through the fields of desire

Black Eyes

The shadows are overwhelming
She comes in the night to eat his sores
They both know the cost of this feast

The shadows are overwhelming
He comes to listen and contribute to all that has been lost
They both know the cost of this symposium

The shadows are overwhelming
She, with glazed eyes, gazes at the damaged soul that lay before her
They both know the cost of this demise

The shadows are overwhelming
He looks upon dead eyes and reaches to close them
They both know the cost of this detriment

And the night consumes them both
The serrated teeth and the crunching of bones
The images only exist in their minds, but the reverberation and the echoes of silence

Oh the echoes are REAL

Day/Night Moon

I gaze upon the charming moon
His radiance warms my skin
His eyes peering at me from afar
I smile
He smiles

The light from your smile comes down
Piercing my soul
So beautiful

I gaze upon the sweet moon
His mystery makes my heart race
His smile consumes me
I blush
He blushes

The misty look you give comes down
Chilling my body
So thrilling

I gaze upon the honorable moon
His good heart makes me want to run
His graciousness has me
I fall
He falls

The goodness from your heart pours out
Feeling the love you feel for Him
So refreshing

I gaze upon the lovely moon
His distance makes me ill
His tears make my heart swell
I weep
He weeps

Flying Grounded

The blood is darkening
Pools of sangria and poignant blades of grass surround
Breezes kiss and depart
Thus is the reduced bird’s state

Words are just words
Lives are just lives
Remedies are found and unachievable
Reaching is only for those who can fly
Flying is the only aspiration
Forgetting how was effortless

Languid is the appearance
The appearance is ill fated
Ill fate is a hole and many birds with broken wings will fall
Drawing out is possible
Is it required?
Is it sought after?

Seek liberation and fly again