On  Stolen  Wings

Time floats by
Like an angel on stolen wings
Innocent as she seems
There's secrets to be held
Nobody knows 
Just what is hidden
She hides it well
From those she meets
Her stare is blank
With no emotions
Nobody gets in 
And nothing leaks out
Of her thick steal box
She has inside
Deep beneath her thoughts
Where nothing really happens
Only dreamed up
To be her reality
A reality of deep secrets
To be held forever
From those who care

Can I not dream
throughout the dreary days and nights
life and its ridiculous revolutions
seeded with
Lamarckist evolution
makes me guilty with numbness.
Can you not hear
the sad voices of choir boys
in my head,
blessing me with
fairy tale passion.
No.
This is a time of trolls
and goblins
and dead gods
and dead people.
I play and prance 
on the silver screen
only in my head 
Which is the only thing I dread.

Truth Is Evil Haunting

Truth Is Evil Haunting
Voices who cripple
        time passing

Engaged in a game 
Of lust for Now
        the taunt

For all who see left with passage
(Now I must find the other side)

Lifting all Drifting force
        To Die
with nothing to lose

I will chose
I know who I am and
how I came to be

This is said of the other me,
Hidden in the tall, Lost forrest
        distance
Angry, ill-fed, reticent souls
carried by
        blinded babies and
        carried hours.

Darkness

The darkness falls
I embrace it to my soul
Relishing the powers
That only night can bring
I blend with the shadows
Unseen by most
Viewed by an astute few
That see my outline 
Againist pitch black walls
Quietly i sneak
Striking at whim
Always bringing death