Collide

Just before I engage in dreaming

I can hear the angels scheming

Voices from the trees cry ‘follow’

Within this medicine I swallow

My hands betray me in their writing

Because I can’t control what I’m igniting

Worlds inside me now colliding

My mind a mist in heat subsiding

The unrequited verses astound me

As my unthinkable thoughts surround me

Maybe I should just resolve to silence

be without this mad reliance

To send me into perfect dreams

And rise above this wave of screams

Maybe it needs to be let go

I’m haunted by these things I know.

Photography by Kore Gleason

Rise

In golden splinters of perfect timing

Carve me a new face and make me beautiful

Make me the goddess of angry angels

Make me a witness to no ones god

I want to be beautiful so make me dangerous

Like honey and sugar make me raw

Kiss my hands and follow me

To the crystal caverns where dragons speak

Where dreams are born and hours die

Collect me thorns from the lions feet

For tonight the ancient sphinx will pace

A wordless riddle with no conclusion

And bare her teeth to my face

For anguish and sadness seek no intrusion

So I must be reborn from the dark and the wild

Make me rise under your skilled hand

Take me away from this woeful world

Filled by a sorrow I can't understand.

Climbing the wall of discontent

Stars shed tears of youth misspent

Heavenly light, what world is this?

do you burn instinctively

do you burn to exist?

And what forlorn shapely shadow hovers

What darkness cloaked figure smothers

Embers in the cinders dying

Angels sighing, saints are crying

Crimson winged serpents flying

As my body just keeps climbing

Such woe is heavy of its own contempt

Alone in the crevice of ill consent

Blessed sweet eternity,

I hope she forgives

What glory floods the incessant life

If there not will to live?

Alkaline

and the river was a hurricane

beating along the shoreline

in song and fury

ready to meet her maker.

defiant and feverish;

she pressed me down

to the ocean floor

and begged me shamelessly

from the infinite crevices

only darkness fits into.

slipping and gripping

beneath the alkaline tides,

i am crushed by the days

i dream on the sly.

January's a blue moon rising

and Wednesday is no one's child

the notches on my headboard says

it's all been worth the while.