Artist

A saint of all silent souls,
the most content gentleman is.
Gloved words trailed in incense
Upon the altar of hopes;
He placed a sacrifice long ago.

Now, his eyes hold a candle,
Drops of fragrant spring unlit, waiting
To be let out, then kept
In thin porcelain for another day.

Thus, his heart is tucked, sowed
In all of the trails he strolled-
New treasure maps, libations
To shatter young girls' dreams.

Spoken word

A world began, not long ago,
Bound by rope, which burned too slow,
Lit by fire, blood and soul, but
Fell upon a peace (not whole),

As they wore and as they went,
Marked by words marked heaven sent,
Love thy master, in Earth and sky,
Love not thy freedom, thy wings to fly,

Live thy life, unto the soil.
For amazing grace you toil.
He can't beat you, as you sing,
You'll see mercy, come your spring.

First, the luck, and then the right,
As all men should,
To bear the plight
In a world with sorrow and greed
To find his plae and his good deed.

A long time coming, a long way gone,
Came the voice, the dream, the dawn.
A renaissance, a movement, a cause to bear
For the future, hope sowed there.

Hope, in voices unbound by chains,
Be they gold, platinum, or iron remains,
The voice of reason, a song to rise,
Not caged by anger, or false compromise.

Lessons learned, with lessons come,
Setbacks, fools, ignorance, and then some
Languish in the chains long cast,
Not knowing, not knowing time has past.

Hope, understanding, knowledge to rise,
Wars, panic, opportunity in disguise.
Dreams, ideals, open hearts overcome
These things that bind us,
To light we succumb.

Progress

The sheer manner strives
to dance through life
but gray would find a way-
a tiptoe through the fairy tale,
sheer blindness, in that fray.

black becomes a miracle,
The ghost upon the dawn:
Peel it back, discard the stain
that sunset sits upon.

Scrape away the dark old spring,
Every root, every lost scent,
Drown the hands in myths of green,
The brown, all graves' descent.

should it live (As it may)
as left upon the right,
Set the people to its side
And let them see the light.

Tigress

Dazzling purple eyes, pinned
(Dreamt the tiger, spied in the clear)
With gold relief, diamond rimmed
Glory (his nature failed).

More and more, it seemed,
Her song of chained pauses sprung
A trap for his night, diluted
The bruise upon the day.

Her emptiness told him all
Amid the wind, unto the sea
As she broke sheets of pleated surf
From the midnight sand:
He would never go back.

Arachne

Fresh roses crumble with slow rains,
Thorns tearing lacy spun silk, your
Rags fit to be burned,
Drowned in my bloodied envy!

Shall it be you, threading, mingling
These broken hands of time-
Of no use to me, which
I banish from my night?

I made it so, that peace
Comes only in rain;
In undone quicksilver strand
No sorrow runs unspun.

Immortal

It was here I saw you first,
Not mortal, but still
Plundering old dreams, roses
From a looking glass.

In youth, the porcelain dolls
Smiled upon cold hearts,
All left far behind
Waiting for a real girl.

Then I realized, with
Dripping paint staining
Your cold shroud, that
You were the one.

Persephone

She was the face of spring,
Irises flowering deep in her eyes, falling
Sweet rain beaded and swept
An unpinned curtain of hair.

Like fire, she came, feverishly warm, dancing
Her laugh, the lyrical refrain
Etched in the trickling current-
Crystal living threads in the ice
Whispered that spring was here.

Of course, that truth wilted,
And all blooms fell to dust
When she ceased to dine with me.