Wishing to see him
to be seen by him-
if only he
were the mirror
I face each morning.
-Izumi Shikibu
Wishing to see him
to be seen by him-
if only he
were the mirror
I face each morning.
-Izumi Shikibu
Pressure on my chest
A cold silver cross on my neck
The power of a god
that which gives me chills
I worship the sensations
Violence in my prayers
I take his body into mine
Blessed release
Will I truly be saved?
Or does the path to Hell
look and feel like Heaven?
faithful blue sky
lucid in eternity
would that I were
as constant.
A culture of solitude
individual internet
wish that I were
as accessible.
faithful blue sky
desirous of a world
where we still discover
each other through touch.
How can you live
knowing and feeling
your life you could give
to something of meaning?
Lemmings off a cliff
you all run together
to a contemptible dream.
As birds of a feather
you could have had clouds,
why trade honor and glory
for security’s shroud?
Is it all really worth it,
this world you strive after;
so fleeting, so shallow,
earning nothing but laughter.
Or perhaps a sad tear
from great men long gone;
or the souls of your children
who wait to be born.
To the same life you’re leading:
weak comforts, large pains.
In ten thousand years
it will all be the same.
One sad existance,
the same hollow shell.
Why won’t you admit it?
Normal is Hell.
To throw off what’s accepted,
to finally believe in
yourself or
something more than wealth, food, or semen
that awaits you out there
if you open your eyes
out of your trance
of fear induced lies
planted by a self
that cannot seek more
than a home, sex and wealth
that’s rotting your soul
while burying your diamonds
of dreams under coal.
I’m wasting my time;
choose your own road.
You could walk the line
or take the hearth and the
home. I’ve forsaken;
I stand out alone
fighting for glory
love, faith, dreams and thrones
upon which sat men
the world still remembers.
Though their fires long gone
by the light of their embers
I’m finding a way
to my own place among them.
Will you join me or stay
here, without risk, without glory
or come with me to face
all the world’s fury?
To battle for dreams
over mountains, through valleys
and in falling for honor
find life, everlasting?
The ice hangs down
down, over the window.
A slick sheet
of coated dreams.
They shimmer.
They shine.
But when the sun wakes
they will melt
under His cruel gaze.
The night spreads out
out, over the land.
The night
is borne of dreams
And dreams
are born of the night.
They shimmer.
They shine
under the full Moon
Who smiles down upon them, gently
softly
dreams.