Wicked Angel

 

 

 

 

 

Angel’s eyes were made to be blue

 

so to melt any resistance with her gaze

 

 but then again, misery adores a view

 

 

her dangerous lips promise to craze

 

the mind; turn the will into melted sin

 

and with one kiss - Angel slays

 

 

all senses but to her soothing skin

 

of wicked milk and honey cream

 

to be consumed to passion’s spin

 

 

one can only plead and scream

 

at the fruit of the purple iris

 

then to awaken from an Angel’s dream.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Surrender

Is my will stronger than are my fears

Is my desire weaker than my instincts to survive

Are my eyes able to see beyond her vastness

Are my ears drawn irresistibly to her perpetuating sound

Will my mortal body be able to pay her immortal demands

Should I separate from consciousness and allow faith to reign

The sea calls and I am mesmerized to follow

The waves striking at the ground in rhythmic beats to my heart

Her smell envelops all my senses - beyond thought

Her coldness pervades into my warmth and pulls me in deep

Shall I stop seeking breath and separate to fate

Shall I know the greater time - will I emanate into rhyme

Separate to separate from being done; evolve into the one

  

Forgiving Evilness with a Blessing

 

 

Forgiving Evilness with a Blessing

 

Evilness found its executioner tonight

Steeped from the cauldron of hate

And then molded into a vile stake

 

 

It entered into Mother Emanuel’s light

Where love and worship gathered in pray

And it waited amongst them in prey

 

 

The bullets were released with mortal intent

The fallen died in their spilled blood

And survivors shed tears into a flood

 

 

The families spoke of their love and no resent

Against this abominate man of loathing

The church stood firm - to forgive hell’s knowing

 

 

How can one understand the heart

That wears such evil dressings

Or the wounded heart that can still - offer blessings

 

 

 

 

 

La Cara Es Nada

 

The small boy would not sit still at the table

That he spoke thru silence is no fable -

He walked away to capture a bus.

 

That he would rather jump like a super hero

than fall tragically into a sum of zero

So ran the wall and leapt off the cliff of plus.

 

Survival is a lonely empty place

There are no mirrors one needs to face

Growth shall be a process of separation

 

As the actions to be - are too,  the seeds

Of who he is and be may be; the deeds

Are eyes left to stare at the risky resolution.

 

That door, that very door is more.

Heavier to carry; lighter if merry

Enter gently nevertheless, enter intently

 

You will face only, the empty space

The wells of solitude shall bring grace

Though never - ever to be contently

 

For chance can happen

Within the swirling moments - and then

Change may seek your mind once again.