10.21.2013

Halloween Stuff

He says I’m creepy and I like creepy things
It is a cute thing to say and a cute way to think
Little does he know of who Sinister is
I’m good don’t get me wrong
But I’m growing older and exposure is prolonged
To the monsters in my room
Their chokehold is strong
This news isn’t new
But he’s a new guy
What is creepy to him is just another black sky
To me
What I go to bed to every night



“Are you going to have nightmares from that?”
He put the image of a worm crawling out of a man’s head
Into my mind
I laugh and I’m cute again
Little does he know, Sinister stands behind
Fright turns to excitement to comfort every time
If I could cry on command
He would hold me strong every dark night
But it’s one am and it’s time for me to go home
They’ll be waiting for me
Insistent I return alone
They’ll hold me tighter in the night than he
Insistent on choaking out my eternity

8.29.2013

Children

I love a boy
Against my will
Against my better judgement
Like a child
This love is too big
This world is far too big
To try and exist at all

This love makes me small
It makes me a small little girl
Reminiscent of days when my hair used to curl
And I would talk to the sage and the wind
Reminiscent of days that lasted a thousand years
And I would twirl my dress in the wind

I can’t save his soul
You make our souls glow bright
Something we never asked for
We grew accustomed to the darkness
Until you took us up in flight
Until you made us twinkle like the stars in the night

This love makes us innocent and small
In this world we tried to leave behind
Is his lost soul what it took to save mine?
You knew his soul is tethered to mine?
Grab our small hands, clasped and intertwined
And cast out our fears past the sky


The train is coming and we want to go home

8.11.2013

Its Not What You Say

The music hums past a loud drone
We're trapped inside
The sea outside keeps us alone
I've tried
Times like these before I've tried
To play the game between strangers' eyes
But none have nibbled at the bait
Until tonight

You have hooks of your own
Ones I'll tempt you to use
Ones that'll make me sick
Ones that I'll want to abuse
Perhaps you understand

If someone like me
Has looked at you
In that way
You froze your breath
And looked away
But even when you looked back
They set you on fire with wanton gaze

If enticing looks lie inside the imagined world
Of what you crave
Look back at me
It won't rain all night
In this desert sky
Let my lightning bolt light you up
Until you die

Electrified

7.31.2013

T.S. Eliot

This is my favorite excerpt from T.S. Eliot's Family Reunion.  (The very last part of Act III)
Chorus: 
We do not like to look out the same window, and see quite a different landscape. 
We do not like to climb a stair, and find that it takes us down. 
We do not like the maze in the garden, because it too closely resembles the maze in the brain. 
We do not like what happens when we are awake, because it too closely resembles what happens when we are asleep.
We understand the ordinary business of living,
We know how to work the machine,
We can usually avoid accidents,
We are insured against fire,
Against larceny and illness,
Against defective plumbing,
But not against the act of God.
We know various spells and enchantments,
And various forms of sorcery,
Divination and chiromancy,
Specifics against insomnia,
Lumbago, and the loss of money.
But the circle of our understanding
Is a very restricted area.
Except for a limited number
Of strictly practical purposes
We do not know what we are doing;
And even, when you think of it,
What is happening outside of the circle?
And what is the meaning of happening?
What ambush lies beyond the heather
And behind the Standing Stone?
Beyond the Heaviside Layer
And behind the smiling moon?
And what is being done to us?
And what are we, and what are we doing?
To each and all of these questions
There is no conceivable answer.
We have suffered far more than a personal loss--
We have lost our way in the dark.
Ivy: I shall have to stay till after the funeral: will my ticket to London still be valid?
Gerald: I do not look forward with pleasure to dealing with Arthur and John in the morning. 
Violet: We must wait for the will to be red. I shall send a wire in the morning.
Charles: I fear that my mind is not what it was-- or was it?-- and yet I think that I might understand. 
All: But we must adjust ourselves to the moment: we must do the right thing.

[Enter, form one door, Agatha and Mary, and set a small portable table. From another door, enter Denman carrying a birthday cake with lighted candles, which she sets on the table. Exit Denman. Agatha and Mary walk slowly in single file round and round the table, clockwise. At each revolution they blow out a few candles, so that their last words are spoken in the dark.] 

Agatha:
A curse is slow in coming 
To complete fruition
It cannot be hurried
And it cannot be delayed
Mary:
It cannot be diverted
An attempt to divert it
Only implicates others
At the day of consummation
Agatha:
A curse is a power
Not subject to reason
Each curse has its course
Its own way of expiation
                       Follow Follow
Mary:
Not in the day time
And in the hither world
Where we know what we are doing
There is not its operation
                      Follow Follow
Agatha:
But in the night time
And in the hither world
Where we know what we are doing
There is not its operation
                     Follow Follow
Mary:
A curse is written 
On the under side of things
Behind the smiling mirror
And behind the smiling moon
                      Follow Follow
Agatha:
This way the pilgrimage
Of expiation
Round and round the circle
Completing the charm
So the knot be unknotted
The cross be uncrossed
The crooked be made straight
And the curse be ended
By intercession
By pilgrimage
By those who depart
In several directions
For their own redemption
And that of the departed--
                          May they rest in peace.


7.19.2013

The Dark Erosion of Consciousness

Ivy threw herself on the bed
Plummeting into a waifing ocean of lavender and downy pillows
Recklessly tangling her writhing body in a pile of covers
She was waiting
Waiting to emerse herself in her prophetic dreams
Daytime is when she would usually meet
The Shaman
Lazarus 
King of the dead

He 
Lazarus
Was the one who taught her how to spin the mirror
Until her image had turned
And she had become a monster of the stagnant night
"Lady Green"
Is what he called her
His prodigy of manipulation

Blissful chaos ensued in those dreams
Little Ivy
The nymph of the well
Lured men into the deep
A certain torturous hell
For those afraid of the slippery, damp and dark
Lazarus ate those mens' hearts like cherries rotting off the pits

And she sank deeper,
Deeper,
Into a dark sleep


7.17.2013

Dark Circles of the Moon

I have learned now, to place a cloth over my face
Before smothering it with a pillow
There is nothing to be gained
By stained pillows, other than new pillows
To stain

As stifled sobs exit my face
Through muddy eyes
And blotchy cheeks
I cringe and sigh
At the thought of how ugly I have become

Sadness, like all emotions
Comes in waves
Which is why I try to fill my heart
And lungs
With fiery passions to chase away

The rainy days
Of my sorrowed heart-
Its attached to the Moon
The saddest creature, I presume
But still the one I love

6.03.2013

Less than Apathy

He dreamt it again
Falling out of an eternal window
His favorite dream
Maybe he'll die in his sleep
For the meantime
He keeps waking up
In his bed alone
The only bed he's ever known
Little does he know
His love died three thousand years ago
Some Babylonian princess
Entombed in a vague myth

She guided me in a dream
One night
To his bedroom prison
And after we placed him on a small boat
It drifted swiftly with precision
She lit the entire world on fire
Thousands of slaves carrying torches
Trudging through the muck and mire
I sleep on a bed of ancient flames
But if I quench them
He will remain
Alone