Saturday, April 25, 2015

Clumsy Truth


A lie can travel a galaxy 
while the truth puts on it's shoes.
No junk, no soul, no rock and roll
so my spirit sings the blues.
Truth is far from perfect
never simple, never explained
until it's unimportant
because times makes it all change.
We see the past with twenty twenty,
tomorrow is a blind mystery.
tattoos, sun rises, and performances
become my acquisitive history,
The truth is beautiful and dangerous,
and should be handled with certain caution.
Even in the privacy of your own heart,
you never know who's watching, 

Marilyn

























I can be crazy, a maniac,
and I have a tangled soul.
I am Valentine's sweet
and I am every mother's nightmare.
I can tear through like a tornado
and can be like harnessing the lightening.
If your courage can't accept me at my worst,
your heart doesn't deserve my best
Never complain,
Never explain,
and never lower your expectations.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

St. Dymphna

I
I surrender to the moon's pale vale,
and brace against the wicked undercurrent.  
The wind has no name here.
The sky's the same as the sea
and stars are only a mile in the sky. 
It's where you go when it's all been seen. 
Twilight's shine reflects off my skin,
the tendrils of darkness intertwine 
with the spiraled horns of my demons. 
Even your shadow's invisible at midnight 
without the coy illumination of the moon. 
St. Dymphna pray for me,
press your fingertips down on my wounds,
protect me with your capacious sword 
but I can speak for myself.
Chase after the verity 
  within an inch of your life. 
You'll set yourself free, 
and yet you'll never touch it's coattails.