a caged wolf lies within this solitary mind
red lines, marked by irreverent thought,
streak now my back raw…
oh that i could escape the pain of this duality!
but that i linger on the edges of such
a passionate embrace,
knowing how the devil in me
longs the confines of this constraint…
craving release, i find myself fevered
by the very arms that hold me so-
and I wonder at how I can face myself
Tag: spirituality
ecstasy
It’s as if the universe itself
opens up and allows
me to see into the vast expanse
of stars and galaxies…
Oh to be the key that
opens this doorway into eternity!
Drunken now with an ecstasy
of flying through space and time
I land once again upon the body
in which I exist and softly shiver
sleep
Lying in bed listening
to the slow drip of my love
that from my broken heart
falls rhythmically into the sink
this maddening drip drip drip
echoes in my head refusing rest
or peace…
I wait for the day that this heart may
finally empty of its love so that
I may get some sleep
fiery ache
how weary am i of my soul’s
endless searching…
this longing that drives my heart mad
with desire… and fire…
peering into faces for clues-
could it be you? or you?
oh, this burning! but an untended
flame of passion: unstable and
relentlessly explosive…
what must i tell myself to soothe
this fiery ache?
black bile
i devoured myself in rage
but i couldn’t hold the pain down
nothing remains of me now
but black bile…
thunder
slow velvet rumbles of thunder
glide away- as raindrops fall
upon this windowpane…
water splashes onto the floor
and tilted waves of windswept rain
beat upon the door…
my heart, can simply take no more!
the sounds lingering behind this storm
harken back to a time long past-
the stained taste of love, betrayed,
remains upon my lips- like a kiss…
oh! wishing for the sun again
garden of memory
the falling rain makes musty
this garden of memory…
red ribboned pigtails and swing sets
tossed in the wet flowing breeze-
blow back softly in my mind
moments free from constraint
flow with thunder as it rolls by;
tulips in galoshes skip upon slate,
until grass swallows up the path
leading through lost halls of time
songs of adoration echo
within clouds that darken the sky;
sweet and fanciful worship on wings
shelter in tree’s canopy, as constant sheets
of water fall, silencing the pain inside
just simply natural falling rain
dripping memories into eternity
trapped
traumatic walls line my heart
as a dark shield of pain
what once was protection
now makes me a slave
it’s a cage of dull metal
and though i bite and i scratch
there is no relief
nor anyway to go back
oh! that i could take you
far away from here
but, my heart, you’re too willing
to just remain inside trapped
waking tear
oh! would that i could protect my heart
from such weakness it has for you…
when your soul sings sweet nothings
to me, drifting me softly to sleep;
for within those lullabies, lies hope
that you might yet, find me…
though soul’s purpose be shrouded-
clouded by misgivings of the day,
i can’t help but think of thoughts
that you might still find your way…
and within those thoughts, held is grief,
for my eyes hear what my ears refuse
to see… you, my love, are but a memory
and I am just a waking tear
the SIBYL'S SONG 