"My Name"
Flickering white with a center stained by coffee, warm air swallowed by hesitant lungs. a name that is only heard when serpent sung Yohanna, a vague taste of soot, a name that can only be spoken in tongue. only known when she is young. Faint whispering, and soft pacing, the crook of a neck turned around the pang of a violin resounds. A face painted and carved from ivory the lines of a smile written like calligraphy a voice echoing, the sound sweet as honey. Delicate hands, the sight of a sparrow. the wind composing a symphony, rustling branches sing wishfully. Norwegian ice water coursing through veins, skin tanned by the sun a sugar-brown lifted like a cloud to never come down. |
"After"
Is it faith or science, or our faith in science? What you look for you will find, or it can be created to fill the need. The promise of new colors, awaits those in patient apathy. Is it heaven or hell, or the gray we’ve known too well. Under it all lies a defined mortality. The king rules over his kingdom, golden hearted girls sleep waiting for a second coming. Silver lined clouds hang in divinity, the rebirth of a soul, a second living. Spirits turn to living light, the sun and the stars. A heart and a lung given to save, hollow bodies sit in marked graves. unresting souls, turned to transparent whites. Whispering trees once walked on feet, and waves once sang with voices true. Assumptions of our demise, religion rules a mortal mind. |
"A Life of Shadow"
(Inspired by a Tale of Two Cities) The life of the shoemaker, out forever. Burnt leather, All the substance of shadow. The life of the wood-sawyer, out forever. Empty shop, All the substance of shadow. The life of the honest tradesman, out forever. No more knocks on doors All the substance of shadow. In one night The fire rises. Hundreds of people die out forever. In five years all is healed. What is left Echoing footsteps, hundreds, the substance of shadows. |