Idle Light
A Collection of Poetry
Gabrielle Bryant-Gainer
Copyright 2009
978-0-557-10709-4
Magdalena
In
the meadow where gentle rains fall
Her soul slips slowly to the
light
In a place with no recall.
Her sins that never did
appall
This love that was so right
In a place with no
recall.
Some say she was sinful
Did she keep her lips
locked tight
Safe behind the wailing wall?
In a blessed
land so small
Her soul came relentlessly to fight
Those words
should they befall.
You can still hear them wail
To a soul
from the depths of night
In a place that was to fall.
Did
the people hear her call?
With such a raging heart of might
She
was banished from them all
In a place with no recall.
Buddha Ballerina
guided
by the gentle toes
she lends herself a prayer
graceful gallant
airs
we rise as ballerinas
and move in currents
and
currents in waves
as light behaves as
we behave
marionette
with invisible wings
until spotted by a distant star
the
blinking of the little things
looking out from afar
dancing
in the lonely moonlight
where all the silences refrain
before
the mood begins to wane
we dance like it means nothing
and
leap into the space
like we're falling from grace
only to land
in perfect pose
guided by gentle toes
Germany
He's
so easily Hermann Hesse
he's in with the highs and lows
his
lucid prose infuses feeling
you can hear his heart beating
making
readers rehearse
their better version of 'me'.
He paints
you Germany
expressionist smears of black and sorrow
turning
thoughts to watercolor blues
he says: The Bar on the corner has
a
maroon sign in the window
and it is looking for someone like
you.
It says you are welcome here
with your soft margarine
legs
my Madeline, my hummingbird
sleepless nights in
Germany
loneliness in Germany
Germany, so you will not forget
me.
Lithium
I
could be the murderer
and I could kill the mole
But I live here
in this home
Of broken windows
So I wait for the
darkness
Before I'm taken
And turned away
From that which
buried
all your reflections
becoming mere impressions
Ghosts
of enmity..
I could mimic this bright madness
I could be
the phony hare
take your invitation to race you
getting faster
and faster
until I've gone too far
and all my energy is
gone
with all of your killing
I must be your favorite one
what
a darn thing you say
with this knife you wield of gravity
like
I am an evil core
walk around me girl
You bite me like I made
you
I am no evil whore, you see
a reflection of eternity
But
damn me for we all will
Who scam me and betray
You’ll
throw me off this tower
and then you watch me bleed
little girl
who had me
little girl who wants me
to open the door
as the
mother blows away.
The things you said
When you were
dead
Are no more...
I waited for you there
Now you are
empty
and I have led thee
to a world of men
with led
eyes
and sand kingdoms
dead upon their thrones
But if
you were to take my hand
and let me take of you
I would instill
a bravery
of pain and solemn truth
I have wished so long
for
a healing bestowed to you
and my love has blown away
How can I
tame the shrew?
A
Call to Echoes
The
beauty that was to sustain
this love, its cause of their
death
servants sweeping stars over the pain
while they still
compete for breath
Exposing her forehead to the ghosts
Her
mouth hidden by a silver spoon
Head hanging loosely by a
noose
Their portraits of perfect trust now gone
If you see
the man in black
Hark once to the darkening call
Somewhere no
one will go at all
The room it has become at last
This sham
of love. . . a call to echoes
Uncomfortable
Truths
Do
you have the time?
I ask him this question
when he's not
looking so busy
and his eyes turn into frowns...
pulling the
watch up to his face
he says, "It’s
9:11".
Numbers, dial tones, throwing bones
We explode
as we pose
being so effortless, a child still told
with these
words
that the world's beauty could all be gone
tomorrow.
And
we do remember you
these tears that have stung our cheeks
they
died, and we were buried in
a world full of song-less
sorrows.
Sing a song of tears, you say
to guarantee our
freedom
these rights are God-given
can you hear the tick of the
time
will you finish my rhyme?
Hold Me, Love
You
may not love me when I say I Love you
I may not fill your brim
with wine
you may not know me, nor love me at all then
you may
find me all out of mine
I am fading tonight
where I once
swam in wild seas
smudged dark with sleep
on those holy
Saturdays
You never knew you'd be so full
hold me close,
hold me still
our family said
the world is not cruel
Time
and time again
we are feeling hopeful at the sun
how we weep
forever
do they ever wonder?
You
fill one million galaxies
as my eyes shine with the stars
ours
being a true ingenuity
tell me how we’ve
gotten this far
You speak of what I do not know
as you hold
me close
you promise
you are spilling echoes of me
Circle
around the Sun
Her
lover is turned into one
who has seen the most intangible
in
waves of bright red ribbons
that are spiraling into heaven;
it
has been mistaken
by the folks in their carousals
as the most
beautiful halo:
a circle around the sun.
She was once
taken captive
by the moon you see
and suspended by the stars
in
perfect symmetry;
Love could not have her for
this circle that
was spun
and had forever sent Him
circling around the sun.
Their laughter applauds the madness
of the man with burnt
wings
for he mourned his soul's flame
those revelations of
becoming.
Yet he wonders how it took so long
his heart
beating upon the sky
as each morning she wonders too
why am I
not also the one who
is circling around the Sun?
She wants
to know herself
can't give her love to anyone else
his sight is
strained; and he sees
her eyes no longer seem to believe.
He
speaks her name before she’s
gone
he loves her though she’s
no longer one
and then she circles around the sun
in the most
peculiar splendor.
The Vase
It
was the perfect containment
a stark picture
a family gift
she
picked those roses to remember
a child long gone, forever
missed
forever
as she cut them all with sharp scissors
for
in some way this would soothe
the damage it had done.
she
performed sacred surgery
on her beloved memory
she tried to
forget--her baby's first steps
The long gone happily ever
after
in each somber finality, it took her closer
pearl-white
flowers beckoning rapture
cleansed by early rain in
September
tangled beneath those inky stains
berries in a little
one's hands
the grasses gone to gray and thundering
berries
mangled and blood red
soaked in angry sweetness
'I can bleed
too--dear' she muttered
crackling likened to underbrush
swift
child's feet, scrambling to reach her
mother's hand reaching out
to touch
To at least whisper
before she slipped
and fell
into shards.
The Watcher
On
this path you now tread
Be careful of the onyx bred
The cruel
pulp of ashes spread
From the revenant kindred
the
cacophony of hosts
minds that gangle through
An angel’s
orb of honors
giggle gaggle giggle
Hide my spell
Do it
with grace
Let it move
in fleetly ways
In the dark
hours
Winsome little fae
Marvel at our vital life-blood
It
causes such a wraith
The claw that holds the heart
From
re-animated pasts
A spirit only wanting
To calm you down at
last
Amaurotic walls hold us
Like vacant stalks of
corn
Cackling fires obsessive
We sparkle, we burn
In an
attic full of leaves
Autumn’s
sweet asylum
In the copses and trees
What a cold malign
Boxed
up and forsaken
Pungent decomposition
Paths that intertwine
In
a timorous design
Beauty’s
breath only
A flake of light
Bright with a spark
Of a pallid
life
Full of imagination
Nocturnal shrills of sirens
It’s
the crux of our condition
To seek a soul’s
predations
Storms of rain
Of melancholy snow
Winter
twilight smiles
This lurid smile
The walls creaking
With
loquacious conversation
To the bed and the window
And the
sublime moon
A maestro of lullabies
Feeding sleep into our
bones
Delicate light spills into a
Darksome night of
stars
Dread my sepulchral scars
Dread their empty stares
Of
blighted seduction
Follow these instructions
The
House and the Lake
It's
precisely what I had come here for
To find that lost gem among
stars
The dewy drawings in green marking a map
Curling upon
corners in my uncharted house
It feels somewhat ghostly and
unapparent
Still, I lived here where the autumns stayed long
In
the moment you listen to the cacophony of hums
the birds whistling
in the pines, then you learn
I never appreciated the absence
of them
That family, we made up a sort of tune
That left out
the lake’s
sorrow
Frogs propel downstream to their own
Still cold, in
my boyfriend's sweater
I wonder about this empty home
Where the
rusted nails flail their arms like saviors
Instead, he thinks I
am wondering about him
The smell of cologne still fresh on
him
But here in the sweet grass I fail
Where the wild violets
grow with sweet lilacs
In patches, I think about how sad I
feel
Yearning to appreciate the diminished grace
The gaiety
since then has been replaced
And climb in from the shore into the
deep
But something inside me listens for them sleeping.
Sanity
this
liquid stain marks me sane
nonsensical sensual redemption
the
candle flickers magenta rays
songs the black bird could not
sing
He smelt of sullen dreams despite
sulfuric doors where I
had gone
a tragic black horse that night
oh this golden
suffering, holy light that sleeps
like a sweet retreat, so soft
and fair
those sultry tears she could not bear
with no song
to sing to bones
save the dark crushing night
it awakens me,
brings me further
to her bright furious sight
no
pondering to speak of now
save these specks of trickery's
spite
she spent her time bedeviled as those
celestial witches
spelt nightmares
into a forsaken night
flowers
turned by candle light
blood heart suffers in that requiem
with
starving torment
those fairies make their sinners scream
it was
a magician's dream
Dreamers
day
greets me: I see the blue sky and fluffy clouds
It sees me it
seems
I dreamed about having a little boy
At my side, we were
racing down a hill
And I told him to watch out but
But he fell
down
The only sound I heard
Was the fanfare and the
bubbling fountain
Within the sweet sound of feeling
Forbidden,
but independent
She sat on the chair in the room
And told
me to tell her the truth
I told her it was rude
To ask so much
of me
And so I ran, escaped the fanfare
And took that
little boy with me
Out of the dream and now he’s
here.
Tumble
It
was a rainy Saturday
the cherry blossoms appeared by the
windows
just before the wind carried them
far off into the
fields and streets
they never fell, they flew like dreams
carried
in pink white currents
In dewy darkness, I was waiting
when
it seemed so sad to tell my story
of how I wanted things to be
but
I forgot after awhile how I wanted
to stop dreaming
and I
took all those medications
and my brother turned forty one
but
I just wanted an excuse to get away from myself
I started drinking
and smoking and thinking
this might all start over one day
and
the dog barks at strangers
I thought I had a voice, but it must
have tumbled away.
Ocean Girl
|
An
Ocean girl |
Spring Time
Spring
came and I spent
hours with the sun
sweet cake and ice
cream
marked April
when my brother turned sixteen
as
the softness of life
turned ghosts into gravel
life did quite
literally spring
I forgot about the moon
late nights became
soothing
birds laughing at me and at time
boys on bicycles
traveled
the newly cobbled stone town
the days marked
by
confetti cherry blossoms
yellow
and new beginnings
Came
rain on Sundays
reminding me I was still
young and timeless
I
kept trying to write a book about
the future which had
already
arrived at the present
still contemplating
the
casualties
her spiraling
ecstasies
Both did turn and
smile
The father and his son
forgotten by the blue
But I
picked a forget-me-not
and then I remembered you
I could not
forget
the light in your eyes
most people...still know how
to
smile about sadness.
Seven
Some
days I would like
gestures of compassion
days soak up wine,
soft jasmine
sifting through the air
The wind sleeps in
and rain comes in a scattered rage
I would like her to notice
me
But honey is sweeter
You're gonna run babe
like you
have never been in love
the sun will torment you
For a
hug
Each morning turns in the seven day cycle
I am learning
to write memories in smoke
leftover from a night of sleepy
cigars
thinking of tomorrow when you forget me
The day will
be wrapped in glory
The whitest shimmer of clean and gone
But
the passageways are always blaming me
On the progress of our
nothings
Maybe then they will stop laughing
As they walk
away
not fill their mouths with silences
And just for a
moment
I'll be seven, seven and beautiful
Just maybe...
Back to Italy
She
notices that I've been here
a long time at her side
Holding her
hand and
Talking words which do not escape
When reason
does.
Holding red flowers
a lover of everyone
Lost to no
one
Under the radiant sun.
We’re
brought into a new world
with spoken matters of concern
dousing
those lost-in-thought
blue eyes to burn.
The shimmer of
regret, abated
as life newlywed, in red
Created from
devotion
Praying for an opening in heaven.
someone
please
let me in
or at least help me
Make a soft landing
a
pond of thoughts arriving
wordless ideals leave
How I cry, how
he cries
How she cries...in that caravan in the sky.
The
fog lights
Over the Italian mirage, sheets of magic
twirl in
the wind
she suggests some company
Perhaps a bottle of
Merlot
The ecstatic purpose
beyond the illusive truth
of
memory.
And happiness is a subtly
Her soul barks at the
wind more fiercely
Than the babble of the brook
Running loosely
between
My fingers.
All
the memories she lost
Those answers that seemed to have failed
her
While she forgets faces and their smiles
Still she listens
at the symphony
Of life, just happy to be making
One more cycle
to infinity.
Sometimes trailing off like a bicycle
spinning
like a ribbon in a hurricane
the sun passes into lost
worlds
There's no such thing as pain.
She is painting all
these pictures in bones-
the reality of her son
Where road
leads to somewhere, this I believe is true
But each day will C r u
m b l e
like golden bread crumbs
for birds in the
morning
Forget me not...she says through the picture
I will
remember her, I know this is true
But some days I wonder about her
when I stare into the skies of blue.
My Country
I
know of my country as
Such an outcast, as though she has seen
The
soldiers cry, before they died
as if in one instant their cavalry
rush by
To carry them from death’s
sting.
Perhaps a sort of Magdalene
Her voice carried oft'
times by the wind
She'd be gathering her disciples in
From
across the wild country-side
And although their eyes were
still so heavy
From such awful rivalries
Upon her bosom, they'd
rest their heads
With blood soaked knees and hearts of lead
She'd
heal them of their afflictions
Bringing out joy from the lost and
weary.
We'll soon find ourselves praying
They're carving
out crucifixes in the evening
A history sleeps in the trees--but
we're all still alive
As our faces fall, in low circles
haul
The cross was made of pine
We haunt the stone walls and
lurk
Through the wills of the fairy.
Riding the
canals
Sifting across the valley
Into the impenetrable
mountain mist
The spirits of West Virginia never sleep
They are
my family's legacy-
Who bother all those who wish to do harm
to
The land we love so dearly.
In
the shallows everything is cold
I never ask, but I try to just
listen
As the crickets seem of chirping out
At the darkness, as
the phantoms
Wail, there is a silent distress here
As if
the air has been punctured
By an invisible spear
And each body
has been sown
Into her fertile sphere
Stony
caskets sleep
And I dare venture in between them
Where they
weep
I can hear the calling of spirits
From whispering
clouds of gray
From the rooster’s
noise at dawn
And the midnight owl’s
preying
The veil is lifted, and the witches come out
To
whisper superstitions and play
Yes,
the folk magic has never gone
We still celebrate her youthful
glee
We'll celebrate the history
This is my country.
Children Laughing
pebbles
crumble underfoot
as fragrant flowers bloom
her voice is
imminent
he holds her hand
with sunny days woven into
song
sprinting through violets on tippy toes
softly strumming
that classical tune
the brooks bubble with the sound of
children
laughing
Maybe the Moon Knows
The
world spins on a dial
I am spinning too
In between skipping
stones
Children now throw my way
I am the deep blue river
they
learned to swim
when the days were cold
and fathers couldn't
drink
I am the riverbed
I'd like to pull a flower
from my
side, and
let you know
how much I hate your pride
But maybe
the moon knows
Let me throw my boat in
And we'll set sail
Off
this boulder
To the maybes
The everything.
Emily’s Bell
And
there's no console to this game, life
And though the whistles may
be running
Around your head, the soldiers might be dead
We can
figure this out, truly
If you let a moment pass on that second
hand
Watch the dial spin, the path is slippery here
Where is
Virginia Woolf?
Her
voice might be lost in the ballet its clear
Then tippy toe through
fire on a day so fearless
To the river where she wondered to the
moon
Perhaps King Midas had a world of gold
But like me, not
one hand to hold.
Who needs common sense? It gets in the way
On
the perfect morning of Emily’s
bell.
Honey
I
dipped my ink then wrote in pen
about the saliva in your
mouth
that made my heels seem to click
across the bridge in the
gap in your smile
in our pastel dream worlds
You were
buying me Irises, & child-like fancies
It's not like either
one of us was alone you see,
with your tongue, you'd caress each
curve
of me
until I wept, I was so happy
and you screamed
until I went deaf
your body rose out of the steam
you were
an obsession, I guess
and we were so young, I lost all my
bones
Stubbing out the ash in each cigarette
You wondered if we
truly were, together.
But we were honey.
To be a Fairy
Mother,
have you heard of the Elves,
Who guard themselves in hidden
realms?
Oh what a gift it would be,
To be one of the
fairies!
Brother, have you heard of the silly Sprites
And
foreign wars waged with winged knights
Who journey far and like
Fossegrim
Become laughter and bubbling light?
Sister, have
you heard of the ageless Sylph
Immortal souls worth more than
wealth
Showering the earth with feathered wings
And did you,
sister, ever hear one sing?
Mother, have you heard of the
earth Elves
Guarding secrets in their forest realms?
"Oh
what a gift it would be
To be one of the fairies!"
Brother,
have you heard of the Genie
Or maybe you've heard of
Leprechauns?
Little Irish shoemakers dressed in green
No one
knows what treasures they're hiding!
Sister, have you heard of
the Dryads
Tree nymphs that rarely one perceives?
They're bound
to their trees eternally
And love to disguise themselves in
leaves!
Father, have you heard of the gnomes
They live
mainly underground,
Ruled by Gob on his crystal throne?
They'll
care for almost anything.
Although the world of the Fae
may seem to be
A little small, a little unseen
No fairy will
escape your eye
If you clap three times and really try!
"Oh
what a gift it is to be
A fairy, a fairy!
Oh what a gift it is
to be
To be one of the fairies!"
Catching Fireflies
I
am in a boat on some river
And my brother put the anchor in the
water
Don't drown out my voice, sir
I just want to be
heard
Dreams like this make me strange
I wake up and say to
myself
this time, this time
I will do alright
cool
spring breezes
remind me of the times
stuck in
repetition
waiting for a crime
we caught fireflies
early
before the moon fell down
and stumbled through
darkness
awaiting the blackest crown
Rainy Days
'don't
steal my cigarettes' the sun comes in shining
and the wind
blows, 'We never talk' I try to say
beautiful dreams pull me
far--beyond time
but the fantasies fade upon my discovery
I
wake up---sad, and I wonder why I spent
So much trouble learning
to wake up?
because the dreams are becoming more real
Every
night is like slipping into another place
'I want to take a
vacation' and I pull the cigarette
Closer to my lips- inhaling
more exhaustion
'it's the loss of blood' at my fingertips
then
I'm dreaming, and it is so easy to pretend
Every night I go
somewhere else--and when
I try to take off, someone hurries me
away
My feet are chained to the floor, I can't fly anymore
I'm
human, it hurts. I hurt people--I'm sure
Tree
Oh
tree, is your will burnt black? Unlike
The oak, who still sleeps
under wintry gusts
The moon, precise, cuts the edge of night
With
her jaded nail
Who walks under thorny snows, who knows?
Walking
forwards in desire
As whispers of melancholy, reckon sadness and
fire
Yes, I do love you silence- this gesture of
confidence
Those slow snakes twisting, making their sin
Like
twisted thoughts in my head- again
Baptized in water, where there
were once roots
Where they turned to rock and bled me a sea
Of
silver silk-worms, all yearning for a destiny-
My
heart calls alone, crawls down to the bone
It eats the pain and
cries out- to the sorrowful ones
Tomorrow, we’ll
see, springing in the marsh
The symbol of our riches, the symbol
of a march
A beautiful black tree
The tree of burden, of
destiny
Beth and Death
the
fragrant flowers decorated the pool
of what had been the way she
felt
where a fool at last had seen the line
and scratched the
surface to find out
when she broke the glass and drank
Her
wine, afternoon became a concubine
For the wind pulled itself in
circles
And the words they had left forgotten stilled
But Beth
knew to nod along as though they were right
Or had it made sense
then with no appetite
Heart skipped a beat, forgot how to pump
And
the last thing she knew
she heard the last thump
Phantom
When
Dianne awakens from her sweet deep sleep
She is face to face with
this dark handsome man
In a dark cape and with glistening white
locks
She knows that this is her phantom lover at last.
He
strides over and touches her silken thighs
And runs his tongue
over her cherry red lips
Inviting the wickedest scent, arousing
her fast
They make the sweetest love, temptation at its
best.
When at last the strange man devours her body and
soul
She is left among the wrinkled sheets as the bedsprings
creak
She has left this wicked world behind her
Restlessly, the
vampire looks for his next guest.
I Wander
I
wondered why I wandered so far
Followed the sky, followed my
heart
Now it's as if I'm all out of time
I wonder why I felt so
alive
I carried on, her body was gone
When I was high, it
was still mine
Some days I laughed, some days I cried
I
wondered why I felt so alive
I am not broken, I am not
alone
She sings so sweetly& with her song
She could tear
the world from their eyes
I wonder why it is a crime
I
wander far, I wander around
I give a smile, but can't you see
now
They don't understand
I wonder why it is a crime to hold
your hand
I wonder why I wander far
Following the
skies, looking for stars
I carry on when I feel shy
I wonder
why I feel so alive
I was never broken, not ever alone
I
was laughing, never going home
She sang so sweetly, then she
died
I wonder why I feel so alive
I wander far, I
wander around
I give a twirl, can't you see the sound
It would
not tear the world from your eyes
I wonder why I feel so alive
The
Island Ball
I'd
known you by those glossy pearls,
Seated so justly at your
breast,
'Fore kissing me there at the door,
You waved across
the eastern shore,
And swam to me in graceful whirls,
To
dance upon the sandy crest.
Your hair was glistening like
rain,
Could I a poor man say a word--
Your lips were ruby red
and fierce,
That in such stillness, love not pierce?
Enchanted
by my dear Moraine,
You were the only voice I heard.
Then
stiffened by a dread of fear,
A character that was no guest,
As
lovers' hearts began to ache,
We knew this man was our mistake,
Uninvited, not here-not here!
But turn him back, we did our
best!
He strode right to the ballroom floor,
Then he
danced with the empty air,
And we watched, we crowded around,
Uncomfortable sight, but how oprofound!
He danced alone and
yet what for?
I neither knew nor did I care.
My love--you
looked upon the lad,
As if 'tween our love was no knot,
And
when you moved you made no sound,
I thought I lost what I had
found,
Of course it seemed you had forgot,
This last dance
was ours to be had.
And you looked quite the fool that night,
Trying to wake his reverie,
While he kept dancing with his
mind,
Until we noticed he was blind,
And it gave you an awful
fright,
He told you that he could not see!
All laughed
for awhile then they swept,
And we left the party long ago,
To
watch the waves with a blind man,
He said that if you try you
can,
And that was when we three had wept,
We three had
learned the truth, you know.
And swam through waters cold as
ice,
we’d
ran our hands through the cloud,
And slept under the hottest sun,
Had found within ourselves a son,
While here the world seemed
not so nice,
The dance of love we had allowed.
Goddess
of Snow
Gathering
tree limbs in the harsh winter
We stutter and we chatter
Our
bodies feeling cold,
used, and beyond repair.
We're the
helpless ones,
But she came into this world
Like a thundering
cry
It ripped through the darkening sky.
Taken far from
home
She slipped like a cat
In between their eyes
Darting
back and forth then away
As I am gathering wood for the
fire,
Nothing feels more sweet than the cold
She holds me in
her raspy winter embrace
Can I not bare to fight it any longer?
Can I not bear to stand at all?
To part from her glance
would be to change things
I choke down these silent
romances
Remembering ...
I inhale and exhale the warmth of
her life
As if I could be something great- but now who?
Unknown
to this crowd, a hopeless one that I am
A lonely girl with
infantile dreams
Why do cowards cry? Why do men embrace their
tears
When you know we're only cowards
The sun has gone down
as
The icicles lick the earth
With spring restlessly
trickling
Beneath shafts of bitter ice
She
is the body of a woman
With her slender form
And her sleek
white hair
She is pregnant with love
We give our hearts to
her
Our homes and our thanks to her
And as we comfortably lay
there, hand in hand
a gentle tear silently escapes my eye
Crooked
Window
Light
descends down
onto this fragmented window
I press my cheek upon
the cold glass and imagine
these images fluttering
away from me
I am somewhere sweet, wrapped in your shade and
dazed beyond
your repair
I am not this black and white
project
that was created to inspire
I am free from these
lines, edges that inflict transparency
This not so fortunate girl
who was adolescence's fringe
and I cannot try
to speak
Thoughts jumping around in this pretty fantasy
If
only I could tell you through a cut up
photograph the depths that
you'll never
see the casket where
my father sleeps in
his riddled dream.
Two Holy Crowns
Vishnu
appeared one evening
As an eye of ruby red
To speak of many
things
Most certainly to warn of death
Vishnu was there to
calm the king
For his throne was to be taken
But the king
flatly ignored Vishnu
As if Vishnu had not spoken
And the
thunderous caves opened
For the lesson had done no good
This
selfishness had led the king
To a promise of punishment
Lord
Shiva, the fierce God
Appeared in such a flash
Imposing fear
into King's heart
With a loud thundering crash
"Who
claims to right the wrong?"
Lord Shiva, the mountain,
said
Poking the king with his prong
Bathed with the ashes of
the dead
Lord Shiva heard Vishnu's warning
Now the king
deserved the worst
"From this day on your royal
Kingdom
shall be forever cursed!"
"Oh Shiva, do not
curse him
For he has done no wrong
His life was lived in
splendor
And we, in his royal kingdom
Have bathed in riches
vaster
Than any princess could know
Do not curse our father
the King
For we love our highness so!"
Soon the King
had wept
But Shiva would not reply
For the King owed a Karmic
debt
That was far too great, too high
And so they wept for
their king
Who took his final breath
As Shiva led the royal
King
Into the realm death.
Inspired
My
inspiration's gone and flown
Like a bird with big white wings
I
fold my letter into my pocket
And hope this message carries
My
muse has disappeared
I've searched along this dark path
Through
lonely poet's eyes
Like Emily and Plath
I rise out of the
waves
From the oceans of my sadness
They've swallowed my
tears
And now I can't cry happiness
Although my throat is
feeling dead
From all these longing words
I've tried to relate
it to
I can only hope that I had inspired you
Red
Toss
a wish into the well
Wishing a child is happy today
Wrap a
sheet around her feet
And kiss the sun goodbye
She sees the
light at the end
When the road turns to bend
And the colors all
melt to one
That is brighter then just some
If one day she
had spent it all alone
She'd trade it for one more day to
scream
Those thoughts that trail away
And it doesn't seem to
matter now
Somehow things get reversed
That's what happens
when you're cursed
I guess I meant it when I said
Look, my
luck was just as bad
God’s Glory
You
are the
morning sun
rising from life
after life
again
the peace and quiet of
an afternoon breeze and
shared
laughs in these beautiful lives
I know you deserve all
the Glory
you share with everyone gladly
when people are in
need, you will lend hands
you don't feed the evils of mankind
you
see everything, know all
and you know our hopes so well
you
shed light on the dark
for our sufferings
You cry the rain
You
see us
and you
reign
Who
would cast
you
aside?
with bitterness
for pains they endured
you won't
settle for less
Than the grace to all which you
blessed, the
light is there, the light will
always be here throughout our
struggles
Even when these clouds of despair hide you
The
stars still shine beyond all that we see
A bright shining place
full of wonder
and miracles, divinity
You are the morning
sunrise
you are the calming hand
The summer's rainbow
A
child wishing
With my God
I am
Free
Confused Refrains
To Show A Tear
You
are alone like me (indifferently)
But we share this difference- of
similarities
See, I cannot laugh or cry, I'd be dying
You
are alone like me
Your poetry you shares the same melody
Sings
songs of empathy (gentle apathy)
When no one else is there (a
soul survives the ashes)
You are alone like me
When I want
to see the world changing
And nothing goes my way (blood is blood
this way)
So I try to pray but why pray
When I don't think
it'll make a difference
My words aren't golden, they were all
stolen
By someone else (stolen by your eyes lie)
You
are alone like me (so quietly)
If only I could feel for you
But
these tears have all been cried
My eyes have been dry of
dreaming
So I sleep all night and think
And a dream all day
without notion
I go through all the motions
Why, will someone
please help me?
I thought I'd never love you
With your
dark
But now I see it's your darkness
The keeps me alive in my
heart (that keeps things apart)
Beautiful Bones
The
silver bells rung like a hurricane
And as the red carpet unraveled
for Jane
She walked straight down the line
Such a beautiful
dress, that she had on...
She was just like you are
With
golden locks and green eyes for stars
She had been loved by them
all always
But she didn't care for just one
Letting them
pass on, just pass her by
Her only lover, was a silver gun
As
the bells rung she ran away
without a word to say
She
strung ruby red
Across her neck
like she had meant it to
be
That was Jane problem you see
No one cares for me
she
cried it again and again
The truth is, no one really did.
But
of course
no one will get this message...
it's too late to
care
because we're filled with greed
Luna
Some
are so tempted by the blood red moon
To steal her magic and
spiritual might
They darken themselves with a lustful
swoon
Fairing their hearts the illustrious fight
To conquer
her mystery is a feat
That often turns lovers to war and greed
As
righteous ministers further this plight
To say the dark creates
evil indeed
With my hope fluttering on spellbound stars
I
watch from afar in a reverie
As Luna smiles throughout all of our
wars
And only the truly gifted can see
Though magic is used
for many a gift
There is also the power of the truth
And when
the world's powers begin to shift
Who is there to guard our
eternal youth?
The secret of the moon is in her smile
The
joyful face of a woman in love
So joyous of all that's free from
beguile
Perpetual magic ruled from above
Tree of Light
I
have noticed that whenever I pray,
People get better and heal from
disease,
So I shall fold my hands while on my knees,
To clear
my head without further delay.
I ask guidance from the Lord come
what may,
"Will someone send me a messenger, please?"
Still
the winds are turning upon the trees,
Those whisperings are all he
can convey.
I shall not falter for before this light,
In
heaven's mysterious secrecy,
The truths glisten in a magical
rite,
Where thoughts create the mind, soul, and body.
Let the
hymns of our ancestors ignite,
So that we can rise as life from
the tree.
Song of Lilith
|
How
you suffer me!
|
Vibrato
I'm
below the twilight sound
of
musical shadows
No
longer fearful of us
You
arouse my dreams
Evoking
tenderness
as
we pulsate rapidly
into
marvelous rupture
In
muted cognition
I
kiss away your poison
As
between breaths I listen
For
a euphony unbound.
You're
my confidence
Conditional
acceptance
Exalting
dark alterations
In
tremolo palpitations
I
taste the excitement
Of
those whips and chains
Sending
strange impulses
To
stolen pains
Between
violent friction
And
our fatal attraction
We
melt into one
twisted
in our addictive behavior
I
am not prone to sin cuz'
You’re
still my savior.
Your
breakdown is imminent
upon
contingent occurrences
but
we're certainly scary ones
as
incorruptible as bones
I
cannot deprive you of your desires
As
the demons feel jealous
in
their castle of stones.