Repurposed

Pour the powder in the eye
bleed the wrist ’til arm is dry
burn the hair and pluck the lashes
wish for more time if you haven’t
tear the lips and clean the gums
we will soon be having fun
light the powder with burning hair
take the flesh so unaware
peel it back and drain the fat
the day has come
and you have passed
take the teeth and cook the back
the body gone repurposed at that

Grief

The pretty are so desperate
desperate for the fear
the tears that fall from broken eyes
the bleed that comes from ears
the gilded are so sad
but also complementary
complementing dust
and rewriting recent history
everything is crystal
the silk is blood and bone
drinking of the marrow
keeps you from growing old
the rich are oh so desperate
desperate for the poor
to fill their boring life up with pain
the pain of wanting more
the pretty are so desperate
like every shiny thing
those considered have gots
lay waste to hope supreme
the wanting of the glutinous
rewriting history
the things that make us restless
also make them grieve.

Stone days

Meaningless
everything I do
a joke for what
no one consumes
a portrait
of desperate be
a broken doll
American poetry
meaningless
and obvious
lack the list
to kick the trick
the dragon flying
the pen is dying
words that fail
meaningless prevail
for every win
for every loss
the meaning of
a pointless cost.

Purpose driven

Sometimes I panic
my world flattens
everything is up
in the air
nothing is certain
I’m guessing it’s worth it
but I’m not even sure
I am here
sometimes I panic
thinking about it
knowing I could lose
my home
but faith says to have it
take the pain and manage
to continue moving on
and know
sometimes in darkness
we fail into this-the distress
that unravels bones
but if you keep moving
watch the improving
the struggle is in keeping
the goal.

on the shelf

Just a doll on a shelf
no use for nothing else
catch the dust
and sit real still
don’t know how I really feel.
Just a toy for their amusement
cannot refute just how I’m used
yet I’m impatient for real life
wish I knew more then to survive
just a doll upon the shelf
taking up space and nothing else
breaks the same as time will tell
no real voice just frills and lace
she sits quietly while in place
meaning nothing
taking grace
she cannot walk, speak, only take.

Freya

He looks into eyes, fears the darkness,
sees the armored woman brandishing blade
worn and surrounded by light
he kills the shadows
proclaiming Goddess
he’s down on knees
he bleeds.
He calls her by name, he follows her to battle,
he names her Freya speaking soft.
Chains of love and merciless abuse, his Goddess flees,
but he pursues.
The madness in her eyes only needs the light
he brings the fire, burns her raw
flesh exposed he screams her name,
calling her Freya.
Shielded Goddess carrying bloodied blade
sits in flames as he slays her darkness
the madness building
all she needed was a sheath
but the darkness has been slain
and the Goddess lays dormant once again.

He stands at her ashes waiting for a phoenix
what rises next he proclaims a demon.
A raven woman dressed in madness
crazed from the fire consumed by her ashes.
He looks into eyes and sees his Goddess
fear in his heart he does not understand
as the woman rises talons for hands.
Stripped of her armor, stripped of his light
she rises from ashes in lightless night
glory is her who stands on her own
but as she is watching Odin is calling her home
thought himself a God Muninn will say
thought himself deserving, until he felt betrayed
he thought that he could see, but feared the absence of day
said that I was Goddess, but even then asked me to stay.

16 September 2014

Fallen flesh

Take this piece of me the flesh

that holds it in, pry it from

dead finger tips and let the prayers begin.

Dance upon the pale earth and sing

the souls reprieve. Take me Lord,

to the Kingdom, set this solemn slave free!

My knees so weak and rusted

over bolts of long since past

winters boiling over to Christ

locked in impasse

Souls all set a flame in demons

eyes and cake for sale

lusting after Holy lands that

bend but do not break.

Take this piece of me O’Lord

you already have the rest

set the soul on fire burst

through decayed and broken chest.

Oh! Lord dance with me subtle

a top this mound of bones

for I am lost in conquest

of souls I’ve never known.

Lord take me fully as flesh

slips from these bones

and Christ the only lover that

I have ever known.

Touch the strength of weakness

As this soul breaks free

dance in wonder with me

lift me off of dirty knees.

(February 28 2013)