Flightly amidst the gnarled elms
Holding back those damned tides of time,
You're moving as if between realms,
As stealthly as if commiting a crime.

Heartless, wingless, yet near to me you flutter,
Cracking my soul with each lisping word.
You drink of my essence when given cause to mutter,
That voice, your seed, sounds of one, I long ago, heard.

And then, then, O' sweet treasure,
Now that I see you for what you really were
Each of those evil words you said to me with pleasure
I'll take and spit back at you, you mangy cur.

Be careful next time where you plant your seed
O' my dear for the love that you do ensue
And be careful for who you fake to need,
Because, my only darling, evil breads true.

I don't need words to tell you how I feel.
You don't need that belt to punish me.
I don't need passion to make my head reel.
You don't have to blind me to make me see.

I can use my soft touch to make you die.
You can block me with your yielding eyes.
I can poision my body and make you cry.
You can see through all my truthful lies.

You could be the lover I could not wait for.
I could be the worst thing you've ever seen.
Our life together may be on a distant shore.
Our life together may be a tragic dream.

Through the veils to the riverm you can hear the music sound.
It's flutes and drums chase and the voices echo around.
Somehwere deep in the emerald glade can be found a heart that is true.
It sits hre misted, and paitently calm, waiting, waiting for you.
And if thou wanderer take the time to quest amoung the trees
This lonely, waiting, loving heart will to you forever be.
And then together shall both you reside among the music faintly heard.
And to foreign eyes shall be seen a lord and his humming bird.

Round and gray
Like marbles set in two small white seas
And expanding outward from their sides,
A strong slope downwards
And a wide expanse of curved flesh upwards.
Strong lips of light color and small red ears.
Hair: short, soft, and curly
Leading down to downy growing stubble.
Pause; reflect.
Describe the face.
Keep going, it whispers, Keep going.

obelisk

obelisk, of obsidian.

shattered, and reformed...
traces of epoxy still dripping down its sides.
its once smooth features covered with spider web
seams almost too small to be seen.
but i know it was broken,
a master must have fixed it.

it was strong, could have stood up to gale winds,
tsunamis,
earthquakes,
lava flows...

it was black, only one color, but many hued,
such beautiful black on black,
like the spectrum to a color-blind
it was every color, and yet none...

it was warm with life, a heat inherent,
like a living creature,
the soul within.

but that was before it was broken

now...

it still stands tall,
still radiates its warmth,
and still shines like a mirror
for the face of a child.

i shall ask to be
made with obsidian
...given a heart of stone.

one that is capable of breaking,
and knows how to come back...
to live life for life itself.

When the time is right
And the night falls over my fingers.
I can hear your voice
Declaring to me your love.
But I still wonder if it is me.
I look to myself and hold myself together
I keep myself sacred.
When I try to open up, I don't know.

We seperate for a time
And I get to thinking of all we had
And if it was what I thought...
I change my mind a dozen times.
And begin to dwell.

We get back together.
The comfort is there
And so is the securtity.
I never want to leave and
I never want to stop his voice
Because it will always bring me back.
He talk to me in tones. I listen.
I keep myself sacred.
When I try to open up, I don't know.

part one
Lights flashing, incandescent.
Movements slow.
The look that passed was electric
Fending off the smoke and the dark stars.
Little lights passing through black trees
There was one scared heart betrothed,
Asking for the impossible.

part two
...silence
And just the pain
My left hand is missing...
I hadn't noticed.

Secrets whispered in the dark,
Ears hearing soft voices and
Fingers covering other fingers.
Movements so slight
That those sinking black
Eyes can't even see.

And now when she turns, years
Distant, from that dark caress
She doesn't see the light
Of love that he created.

Her sunken eyes might soften
Or even flash ocasionally.
But to her, she doesn't
Have a voice anymore,
Tho her there is only
One path left to traverse.

The woman, like a girl...
Will walk to the window
And watch the setting sun,
Brilliant oranges and purples.

And know that she can't,
Now in searching,
Ever settle for anything
Less, than the other
Half of her soul, which
Was never returned to her.

Don't hate me if I tell you that I have
Always
Loved you.
Please, I think that it would
Kill me
Inside.

It must be my fate to always
Watch
And never be included.
I guess it has always been
Hard
For me.

Love is a tricky emotion and a
Lot of times
It is hard to tell it apart
From the other feelings that
One can feel
For another.

For myself it seems harder than for most
But maybe,
They feel the same.

It was at your funeral, brother, when the old
Memories came flooding back to me:
I remembered when it was hot in the out doors
And it was you and me, the moon like a toenail,
My birth moon, they called it...
Just beginning to show.
We walked out behind the house and into the corn.
I much more liked the corn than the beans
Because the corn would get up so high
You could hide and get lost and pretend
You were somewhere else.
There we were, under the large leaves,
The dirt getting packed under our toes.
It was damp and cold even in the incredible heat.
You were older than me, but not by much.
We wern't wearing much more than bathing suits,
And our hair was long and sticking together
With mud from the coolie.
We ran and ran and ran and
That is when I get myself lost, deep in the corn
The big leaves above me, blocking out
the little light the toenail gives.
I sit in the black dirt, my still wet bottom
Making mud under me and I cry.
When you come upon me
you push me with your foot
Till I am lying on my back,
Elbows now dirtier that before.
You say, "Stop acking like a girl."
Then you grab my hand and drag me behind you.
It is only about four rows later
When we leave the corn only to hear
Our momma calling,
"Kids, Suppers just about done
Get your buts in here and cleaned up!"
Then we run hand in hand
All the way back to the house,
My tears still drying on my cheeks.

Your touch across my skin
Like fire in the brush
Ignites and spreads
Sending tendrils of Flame
Racing across my body.

When I look in your eyes
I see the danger there
I also see the desire
The same desire echoed
In every fiber of myself

How can something that
Is so right,
Can also be so wrong?
The feelings, I know, are not
Wrong, but the action would be.

So I sit here and recound
In my head our few,
Way to brief, moments,
Your kissses and caresses
And your eyes.

Through your eyes you give
Me yourself, and I, drunk
With thoughts and need
Take you into me through
Your eyes... the only way I can.

Shaken by the quake
It is impossible to move from
Here.
I look up to see her eyes
Brown and black specks flashing.
I blink back her
Agony and Suffering and
Need.
I beg, wordless.
Her stronger will;
Her dominating take
Consuming me; And
Knowing my fate
I fall; Stone setting in.
"Shattered by the quake"
Is what they say later.
"She was hurt in the confusion
And has never been the same since."

raindrops, large, coalescing
each forcing locks together
the water smothing the strands into one
causing the sleek wet fur to mat
and the long wet hair to tangle
drying in the heat.
as the water turns to sweat.
its wet blackness blends to one
and smoothes the anger and fear together
as they ride.

for Val

Six feet down, how many more to go?
look around, can you see me?
I am never here, but always see you
proud hunter...
are you the living dead?
are you the animal you hunt?
and when the questions end,
where do you turn for answers...

for Val

A shadow filtered through the mesh
of a screen door at 3 a.m.
Passing like the idea it is
and not to be seen by flighty eyes
Unless searched for.
And that is when my eyes
find yours, and then you are gone.

for Val

You yeild to my thoughts
And yet press against my intellect
Leaving me overwrought
And at an impasse to interesct.

I look into eyes
That flash back at me
And see a friend that cries
Through a soul that needs to be.

Connections that we made
Were not very long in teh making
And have yet to fade
Even if we've just begun waking.

for Val

It all came flying at me
Each ine a miniature tornado
Caught up in the hurricane
That was everyone.
Their voices melding together
Had the ability to touch me.

Each one pressing and pushing
Their way into my space,
Each of their words would
Drop from their mouths
Like acid, eating away where it hit.

When it all started,
I felt the anger and hatred
Begin to grow and feed on their words
But thought nothing of it.
Until, it to, like acid, began to eat away
And I wanted to let my rage fly
At the people, like their words
And actions flew at me.

I looked to my savior, my salvarion,
My mentor, but he worlessly said
It was mind to deal with.
What he had created in me,
Was mine to deal with.
And so I took all of my emotions,
And balling them up inside,
Let me fly at the nearest one.

And when he fell like a stone, still red
From falling through my atmosphere,
At my feet, I smiled and cried.
I was eaten away, and had killed
A man, But it was only one man.
And the world had many men to spare.