Category: Starving

Wounded

tarot cards and crystal balls
symbols on the labyrinth walls
goddess and god; the dance of the heart
who can be whole, while they’re torn apart

who will you choose
to become, to embrace
which path will you walk
which demons can you face
take what you dream in your darkest secret breath
live in the Wild
dance beneath the rest
Dare to see
the choices that you make
will always reflect
the world that you create.

tarot cards and crystal balls
symbols on the labyrinth walls
goddess and god; the dance of the heart
who can be whole, while they’re torn apart

you are safe, in my arms
you are whole, you are free
I will never look away
there is nothing I cant see
long before we met I was
created in your mind
the one who would tempt you
to leave your pain behind
I am the one who will teach you
to fly, to dream, to heal
I was sent to reach you
sent to make you real

tarot cards and crystal balls
symbols on the labyrinth walls
goddess and god; the dance of the heart
who can be whole, while they’re torn apart

Vows

a zenmaster told me
the essence of a vow
is not oath, but effort
…where is he now

I vow each morning,
in dark amber light
to hide from you,
the torturous night

desire unbidden, voices in blue
sing in my dreams and bind me to you

a shaman once taught me
to weave within dreams
to invite, to accept,
the whispering screams

I vow in the moon dark
to face the unseen
the future unasked,
and the vision of dreams

an artist once shared
her secrets of creation
her eyes, her hands
her ecstatic expectation

I vow as I paint
to create worlds without you
but the canvases bleed
into symphonies of blue

a musician once played for me
his hands on my heart
i swam in his music
while it sang me apart

I vow when I hear you
to cherish, to know
the moment beyond
where we will go

a lover once touched me
with the eyes of his soul
and the distance of circumstance…
it has yet to be whole

To You

every day difficult choices
that create your life anew
who are we, who are you, who am I
to you

the fairy tales of my life,
are not the stories you dreamt as a child
not the ones you choose to Hear
they’re the ones that Live in the Wild.

a storybook life, such a cute couple
all white american picket dreams
that define and confine and strangle until
love’s as distant as it seems
to you

the fairy tales of my life,
are not the stories you dreamt as a child
not the ones you choose to Hear
they’re the ones that Live in the Wild.

your gaze, of fire and rain
offers, and hunger cries
I can not hide, this desire
I can not close my eyes
to you.

the fairy tales of my life,
are not the stories you dreamt as a child
not the ones you choose to Hear
they’re the ones that Live in the Wild.

your proscribed, conventional life
fake flowers and white white walls
drowns you in its silence
but still, the Music calls
to you

the fairy tales of my life,
are not the stories you dreamt as a child
not the ones you choose to Hear
they’re the ones that Live in the Wild.

my world is one of love.
the fall, the edge, and the depths.
one of passion. that demands.
courage means nothing less.
to you

the fairy tales of my life,
are not the stories you dreamt as a child
not the ones you choose to Hear
they’re the ones that Live in the Wild.

I can not ask you to listen
won’t ask you to choose differently
I can not ask you to risk
won’t ask you to let me
love you

The Headboard Song

mirror mirror on the wall
take my dreams, take it all
show me tell me who I see
who’s the one who stares back at me

who’s hands slide over my skin
teasing and tasting my lips
in to and out of my secrets
exposing, enclosing my hips

mirror mirror reveal to me
the face of remembered ecstasy
the one who sees the one who dared
the one who’s soul I breathed and shared

a thousand eyes stealing me
hands that spread, revealing me
naked skin, that sings and moans
wet and hungry, that sighs and groans

reflect, reshape, rename renew
the image Ive lost, that I once knew

whose body is this, offered to me
yearning and burning, devouring me
bending and reaching, demanding, beseeching
claiming and taking, undoing, remaking

mirror mirror on the wall take my secrets, take them all
show me, tell me, who I see
who’s the one staring back at me

She Said

He said She said
he got mad and now she’s dead
he went postal, he’s a terrorist, he’s just sick
an aberration
we’ll pray for him, we’ll close our eyes
we’ll offer him our God’s salvation

How much longer how much stronger
could we possibly be
we’re tired of waiting conceiving creating
this world in which we are not free

of course you don’t get it
that’s IT, that’s what’s wrong
we are tired of patience
it takes too damn long

you wring your hands
shake your head
guns in schools
kids are dead
what went wrong who’s to blame
listen closely insert your name:

I _______________. I am the reason
I won’t change, its hunting season
its just sport, it’s just a Doe
then the enemy, he was wrong you know
then my brother, then your mother
then my wife, and her child
every thing I can’t control
they deserved it,
Tame the Wild.

BANG bang, protect your rights
lock your fences close your door
shut your eyes, shut me out
another “thing” you can ignore

Hush hush, little baby
mommas here, don’t you cry
I’ll protect you wont neglect you
and I’ll teach you how to die
It starts out slowly, with a Word
like a virus, like a bird
a steady vulture that has your scent
a jealous god, who won’t relent
then the words fly faster
sinner, whore, repent repent

It’s so simple
yes it IS
are you stupid
cant you see
that you are gonna die
by killing me.