Someone stepped on my muse today
Now she's contrary
Hides her face away
Won't talk to me with her lucid smile
And her golden tongue
Won't come out and play
Someone filled my heart with stone
And cast me down
Leaving me all alone
They played me like a ferris wheel
All fast and easy
With those highs and lows
Now I'm left here to sit and glare
With veins of dust
And cold hands of clay
Making me want to scream out loud
As the words just sit
And I've lost my way.
She stands alone
Cobalt squinting into the noonday sun
Its rays dancing along the swirls of armour
Along the hard cold edge of her smile
Burning steel tight within her fist
Her ululating cry sings out
And every heart is seized by an invisible vise
Held fast in the sure knowledge that they may run
They may hide
But sooner or later
They'll fall before her
On their knees in subjugation
Their hearts easily surrendered
Whether on the battlefield
Or in their steamy, passionate
Well journeyed fantasies
Forever out of reach and denied
Vanquished by a sea of green
An oasis of honeyed skin
A cap of silk so fine
As to deny description
It is her voice that resounds
Within the battlements of
The Warrior Princess
Words of wisdom
Words of delight
They touch me, bless me
Give me sight
A string of pearls
Or ebony swirls
Distinct and one
Each has the power
A deed undone
Words of anger
Words of spite
Filled with rain
Fall with disdain
Rage and sorrow
Hand in hand
That will not mend
Words of loving
Words of care
With love are bold
Each so rich
Like cherry wood
They touch our soul
Just as they should
And let them in
Glean their essence
Through the din
But feel them touch you
Caress your soul
Each has a purpose
Each has a goal
But best of all
Is that unspoken
The longing looks
Of hearts unbroken
A man came to my door today;
His face stoney and mouth filled with dirt.
He looked very solemn and I knew
My life, as I'd known it, was over.
He didn't know what to say after
Ripping my heart out of my chest.
He shuffled from foot to foot,
Wanting to be anywhere but with me;
I was glad when he left me there,
Bleeding on the floor.
I sat in the corner with my son's baby book
And counted the teeth I'd saved;
Each one filled with a treasured memory.
How I longed to run my fingers thru his hair;
Kiss him good night; even scold
Him for being tardy with his school work.
I sat in the dark, listening to the clock
Measuring the seconds in my life;
Each one a little death.
And I wondered, how could it be
That I'd been able to drag my boy thru
All the dangers of childhood,
Finally reaching a point where I could
Sit back and take a well deserved rest;
Thinking that his future was my own.
Aside from bits of bone, a lock
Of hair and a lifetime of memories and
Regrets, I have nothing;
Nothing but the cold realization that
Permanence is a concept we trick ourselves
Into believing so we can sleep at night.
Can I ever close my eyes again and not
See the footage, the eye witness accounts?
His life has been reduced to a sad footnote
On a life gone bad.
Who will remember us when the next shot
Is fired, the next son or daughter is killed?
Who will care?
Holding you close, after a wild and passionate tryst;
Feeling the blood still gushing thru my heart;
Waiting until the last spasm leaves your body;
Looking into your sated face, knowing I put that smile there.
Seeing that 'look' that comes to your eyes;
Knowing I'll be grabbing for something soon enough,
Trying to ground myself as you reciprocate;
That mirrored smile upon my own face.
Waiting, cuddling, holding;
Wanting the moment to last;
Knowing it can't.
Bidding you farewell until next time.
Countdown to paradise.
Life is just a crap shoot.
The shape of the die;
The slant of the table;
The turn of the wrist;
The prayers spoken
In hushed tones
For fear of being mocked
Or heard by the wrong deity.
The cast of the cubes;
The lie of the truth,
Greeted with anger,
Remorse or joy.
When all is said and done,
You play the hand you were dealt.
Sometimes you win;
Sometimes you lose;
But if you don't play
You are merely a spectator
And life runs you over,
Leaving you broken
Without ever knowing whether
You could have been a contender.
It will be my lust you feel when you shut down your monitor,
Close down your evening of frivolity and climb the stairs to bed.
I'll be the woman in your dreams that holds you like no other can,
That will touch every part of your body, pinning you to the bed
In such a way as to leave no doubt in your mind as to whose woman you are.
And it will be my name you cry in the night as you feel your legs parted,
Your self entered and your soul cleansed of realities hardships.
When you close your eyes it's my fingerprints that are left on your body
And my breathe that sears your lungs after lying the night with me.
It will be my teeth that leave phantom marks that only you can see as
You towel yourself off after feeling me pressing against you,
Mashing your breasts against the cold tiles, my form imprinted upon your body.
When you awaken in the morning to twisted sheets damp with the dew
Of our dreamscape trysts, you will know me.