Walk on fire

Burning brilliance
the bush on fire
the voice that booms
destroys my ire
broken dreams
unheard screams
the child dies
the mother feeds
burning darkness
blinding light
eyes go inward
close up tight
burn the skin
from bones of white
drink the marrow
and start to drive
drive through fire
burning roses
no one cries here
we’re all fine
burning bushes
brilliance
the time it’s taken
off the witch
burning bushes
blinding light
the booming voice
brings sight to life

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Living Creation

So this is my happy ending
forgotten and left still mending
this is what got me ready
ready for life upon the floor
I’m drifting off to sleep now
reading fairy tales and dreaming how
how my life got turned upside down
by the very key that let me in
no charming prince or original sin
just another unwanted living creation

Growing thorns

Watch the roses grow
and say you’ll always show
the pride that’s in your heart
you’ve made gardening an art
the joy that comes with bloom
ignore the thorns and fumes
pretend the roses smell
as beautiful and frail
watch the roses grow
red blossoms bloom and show
the love of all you’ve made
they take your pride and spade
bought the home you live
the garden blessed within
watch your roses grow
ignore the thorns and hope
that everything you’ve wrought
won’t kill what little happiness
you’ve got

Born of

I see it all around me
the bricks have all gone grey
the reasons for the changing
have all but melt away
the monsters are still lurking
never to dissipate
the evil that they wrought here
will never ever fade
the bricks have all gone grey
and buildings have grown silent
I see it all around me
as I wonder what to do
I look like a monster
because I was born of you.

Drunk off being human

Too drunk off being human
I can’t let go of influence
can’t stop thinking of the masterpiece
I’ll make,
like it will just materialize
one day,
out of nothing my magnum opus fate,
a miracle on ice so aptly named
too drunk off being human to be sane
can’t think of how to fix this day dreaming
or understand just what I am doing
thinking it into reality
existence of my thoughts oh can’t it be
without me putting in a single thing
like time or space or the least bit energy
too drunk off being human to see straight
to realize if I don’t do it won’t take
that I must get to work this time today
instead of thinking what will be some way
if I don’t get it done it will not be
too drunk off being human to believe
this could ever be about me

Burning white

I breathe
something useless as words
I breed
the creation of things
things that mean nothing
but everything
words that dream of being something
I bleed
and rainbows drip slowly out
I cut
tell you what creativity is about
hell is
a fire that never dies
words that refuse to thrive
a rhyme with good time
I bleed and dine
in white

Threading the ribbons

Take the ribbon and the thread
make her pretty once again
toss the glitter on the floor
spread the legs on old headboards
sow shut with lace and then pretend
make her know what comes from bed
cushions comfort and you said
once the baby’s born we met.

Frame the jigsaw

Separate the piece within
from the rest that’s been given
the puzzle paints the vision red
and leaves the rest soaking wet
every piece a perfect picture
of the words you never say
everything you sound display
dark and black just like decay
the soul that birthed the picture
left a hole inside you can’t forget

Forming of flesh

Bones, broken tired bones
we are lost and don’t know
have nothing no way to go
we got drunk this time for show
give it up and let it know
that it’ll be dead this time tomorrow
the truth of it ain’t hard to swallow
you’ll be gone and it’ll be sorrow
that grows instead of weeds and ash.