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Satan and She

falling for the fallen angel...and at his mercy is she...

INTRO : Falling for the fallen angel and at his mercy was she... I love you she said And that is your blessing and your cause for remorse Cause I know who you exactly are Satan And care for you everyday, evermore All those doe eyes that you brought tears to and all those dreams undone maybe it was just a jest for you but never again will it be done. For I love you Satan and you are responsible for me And you know that too...

From Morning Songs: Getting Older

Pondering getting older and loving each day

I’m getting older because I haven’t died and wiser because I seldom worry or shake my head at foolishness. I walk much slower now because my legs are stiff and know it makes no sense to hurry. Getting older like the trees I share this land with and the hills where the sun rises to glisten on the water lets me look around and see with sadder gladder eyes-- still blue like the sky but cloudy too-- and so I squint to see the...

Nothing

Weakness and Sorrow

Take away all that is the best of me Suck me dry and render it down Leave me a hollow husk of former life Gone... and all because of you. Why do I hang upon your every word? Why do I cling to myth and mirth? Why can’t I simply say enough! And leave. And run. Run! Far and fast, away from you. Ignore that which breaks in my chest Ignore this glowing thing that threatens to die To erase my existence, so I drift away Lost and...

From Morning Songs: Waiting for You, Dear Muse

Waiting for my muse to inspire me

Again, I close my eyesand wait for you, Dear Muse,never knowing if you will comeand enter me today,and if you do, I have no notionwhat you will bring.I glance out at the eastern sky,at the orange glow then close my eyes againand sit here in my darkness,waiting with delicious coffee-- the warmbrown brew I cravelike I crave you.I take that first warm sip-- the sound of “ahhhh” risingfrom my throat-- a sound so pure and fill...

Let Us Occupy

A different way of viewing the Occupy Wall Street movement

Let us occupy the hearts of our enemies and take the streets of their minds, so they will follow us to the places they’ve forgotten. Let us occupy their hair so they can feel the fierce wind and foul weather blowing and know the storms coming to our lives. Let us occupy their skin so they will feel the heat and stand on the parched land and with us pray for the green radiance of the earth. Let us occupy their eyes so they...

My Words are Translations

An expression of how hard it is to express in words all that you feel and be truly understood

My words are translations of my breathing and are hard to say in your language. My tongue, my teeth, my lips can barely pronounce the words from my country where the mountains are steep, the valleys dark and cannot be reached without effort and desire. I wish I could tell you how beautiful it is where I live and have you understand my language and hear what I want to say to you. Listen and you can hear me speaking to you...

From Sisyphus: My Darling Star

Sisyphus speaking to the stars remembers his love

Again, my darling star I see your face among the other stars, glowing in the night time sky falling towards me in a blinding light, luminous and alive, causing me to pause on this steep hill, this stone, this weight much lighter now. I look up at your face above me. Your smile, your eyes, your long dark hair lifts this burden from my back and I am here with you. Oh, darling star, your glowing face is all the light I need....

From Sisyphus: Light

Sisyphus speaking to the stars remembers his love

Even in this darkness I see a light inside of me.I see an orange sunrise above the sea,or is it setting?I see it turn the water red.I see it gleaming over ripples.I see a beach where I am standing,looking out beyond horizons,then looking backto where my footsteps in the sand have brought me.I see gulls gliding high above the waterdivethen riselifting what I cannot see.Looking there into the light,I see a candle dripping w...

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From Sisyphus: Reaching Out

Sisyphus speaking to the stars about his plight

Looking up these nights at you,Dear Stars,my eyes,my thoughts,my soulreaching out to where we touch in space,where the forces of our orbitsintersecthigh above my life,where we are all one familytrying hard to live in harmony,struggling to be opento the wisdomspoken in a language without words.Looking up, I listen to the silenceof your fires surrounding me,calling through the vastness of the universe we share.Oh Starsand m...

For once I thought

Thoughts have no reason sometimes they multiply on their own.....

For once I thought I lost you to time For once I thought I lost you to reasons that were not mine For once I thought I lost you To people unknown And for once I thought You were gone For once I did not know what to do For once I thought all this because of you But today when I saw you walking my streets With sadness darkening your face in streaks I knew you had reasons of your own For wanting some time and being alone And...

Day and Night We Chase

What happens when they meet ...

And so it happened one day, that my heart led me astray. I fell into the pools of darkness, and discovered how I missed the light of the day.And there from the darkness I looked above, to see the 'ONE' lost in thought,for he was wondering what to do,with foolish me wandering about.And it was then that he stooped low, to my surprise, saluted me and gave me a bow.Said he never saw something like me, that made him sway betwe...