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.

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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)