Mere Reflections
Messenger of Dreams
Monster
Moonbeams
Mere Reflections
Those who watch the reflection
of their amorous selves
shall regret even glancing in a reflective object
Those who listen to the notes
in their sweet voices
will regret having the ability to hear
For time erodes beauty from
the face and body
and cracks the voice as a violent quake
doth shake the earth and turn cities to dust in seconds
The person we see in the morror
is but a surface;
a covering that we take for granted
Although others may or may not
be attracted to this shell,
once they find the soul that bides within,
they may discover a completely different person
Be humble, and see thy true self
Be vain, and see a mere reflection
To he who walks unfettered
clouds, deity of mine eyes
And shivers off the darkest
shrouds, intemperately flies
I shout into dusk's dormant
fawn, a fetus of my love
A gauzy fragment; tears
gone, the rush of wings above
"Awake this sedate and lovely
mind," I now wish to live
The night is cold and fear
unkind, I've taken what you give.
Monster
i'm glad to say this monster inside me
is slowly dying,
is slowly fading,
in and out of this masochist's body,
this dominatrix brain.
i'm glad to say this sex i've been having,
was not making love,
was not much but lust,
in and out of this memory's hiding,
this pain-filled horrid stain.
i'd like to say this hand's held forever,
caressed eternal,
adored constantly,
through and through the butterflies acid,
the love-barren, hollow heart.
i'd like to say, i'll always wait for you,
forget all the others,
fate and destiny,
through and through the cigarettes burn,
this terminating start.
innocence and trust stare up
at you with big, brown eyes
silently spilling the secrets to life
stolen dreams and wrinkled hands;
I hold onto you; your smooth pale skin
and impetuous mind.
your thoughts fly free, like butterflies,
on wings of new-spun gold. poetic words
which used to flow are leaves: pale, bland,
and old.
and eyes are lifted to the stars, whether
wrinkled, soft, or cold. hope floods the
souls of long-lost dreamers and moonbeams
begin to shine across young believers' faces
once again.
halow'd clouds and northern lights, a vision
in my eyes; your small, smooth hands and
large round eyes like moonbeams on the sky
open palms; tightly closed little hands. your heart,
it fits inside mine. our out-stretched arms, your
trusting eyes. i'll bring heaven down for you.
