Her Shadows

She came to me again last night,

the dark maiden of yesteryear.

She said it is time for us to join sides,

that our petty wars are no longer to be waged.

And there is something more important now anyway.

She tells me the devil is borne and his strength is growing evermore -

Her shroud of unassuming darkness shifts to a pale sort of gray.

The black purity in her eyes whispers of the last time the two joined sides.

She was on ours, one of us who died

merely in the attempt to tell others

to acknowledge this truth.

And now she explains to me

that this alone is why she haunts us

and our children are all hers.

They called her Lilith,

back in her own time -

and the creatures seeking refuge

found it within her arms.

She whispers secrets

 laden with combined memories and lies

penetrating the isolation

of our individualistic society.

And this is why I write.

Her voice echoes in my mind

as she tells me of her quest

for these children borne of pure blood

lurking in the shadows -

and you are there as well -

for your grandchildren and great-grandchildren

echo from this void.

Even in death they are the light.

Even as death looms

it is up to us to fight.

Societal Acceptance

It's not fair to parents -

the way their children grow so old so fast.

And she's so innocent.

The unknowing, naive eyes that search the room

for any sign of recognition or love.

And that is all she wants -

to be loved by somebody,

anybody who sees her for who she truly is.

But then again,

isn't that all anybody ever really wants

- unconditional acceptance -

to see someone and acknowledge them

and accept them as who and what they are.

We as a society need to realize

that to withhold this acceptance is only truly hurting ourselves -

not the person we attempt to isolate ourselves from.

This cycle of self-exile being the largest cause

of anger and hatred and unnecessary suffering.

For we require others not to judge

yet place ourselves within that decisionary throne.

We distribute our own judgments and findings

freely among others that they may agree with us

- or not -

if not we just isolate our powers away from them as well.

For how else do we explain to our children why Mickey Mouse is bad

and why Daddy is allowed to be mean

and mommy can't leave because divorce is wrong -

besides god must be punishing her for some reason or another.

Thus the cycle continues meaninglessly

as well as endlessly

until the end.

Still Voids

The dark blue sky dreams clouds of cotton onto the shimmering fields found below.

And the peaceful resistance found there -

the nitemare craved in conjunction with the seeping chaos of a lover's battlefield.

The dreams I once had when I was there,

so very long ago -

and I knew then that they were only dreams

so how could I let them affect me so much?

The painful landscape called love,

scoped out as just another chaotic nitemare -

dream of something else altogether -

the only way we'll ever see the darkness absorbing the sun -

yet how does global warming survive as thus?

The dreams hold onto the power -

the strength of the stars echoing into this still void.

Dark Embrace

As I remember who you used to be,

the sleepful memories flood my being.

There never was a way to seek out your spirit

without encountering the soul called your own.

You held your arms out to embrace the darkness,

the chaos bled from death's destructive door.

And that darkness is how we met -

The same isolation and exile I feasted on for so many years.

You were the darkness as I embraced your light.

The Ghost

He lies in the field, lying to you,

telling you what you want to know, or at least hear.

Demanding you tell your secrets in turn -

your darkest fears and deepest yearns.

Who else could forsake a world without a second thought?

He forms the chaos within your mind -

but it's all just an illusion.

Dissolving into the fantasy your reality could never be

or has it been?

The future reckons it shall be better,

at least for him or someone.

The dark circles under your eyes only grow larger

as you remember those dreams he whispered to you -

there in those fields -

the truth - the reality -

the essence that only he could feel.

And he tells you of his cousin -

the great Aslan -

and the short power he holds -

but his brother -

the stranger's -

he is of a worthy toll -

if you bargain with your soul.

Thoughts On Life

 I have so many things I want to say to you.

And yet what would I say, were you here?

The days go by and with each passing moment

the thoughts of you become more blurred.

And what I should really know is what to say to her.

What do I tell her when she asks me who you are

or if you care -

I don't know and I probably never will.

Flight Of The Macaw

You spread your wings, golden in the sunlight.

The most beautiful things come as such a little surprise.

I look into your face, the wisdom you hold in your mind.

And your eyes reflect me.

The peace of mind you must see within yourself,

to be unafraid to look into others,

unsure of what you'll find.

Your feet carry you when your wings do fail -

yet they remain lifted well beneath your golden tail.

Full Tank

The mournful black skies are surrounding us more every day -

Slowly replacing the pale blue we once saw to be so typical.

And the political isolation we, as a society, have placed upon ourselves.

For eho better to kill us off one by one than those same men who swore to protect us?

And our country's so much better than them because we know the true value of gasoline -

And how many people dies just so your tank could be full?

Armored Earth

The armored metal, black and cold, against the sun's bright beams.

And we always were the winning side, so long as we ignored the others.

They may consider themselves better - but we have true values - morals - ethics -

for how else are you able to explain the devastation to mother earth?

We know enough to rightfully punish her for allowing us to exist to begin with.

Shadows Of Turmoil

The shadows in the corner fall upon you -

creeping toward your sleeping soul.

And I wonder how you can slumber so.

For how long can you dream in this sweet bliss,

unaware of the pain this world is in -

How do you face this turmoil each day -

not knowing why you should turn away?

The universe is so small -

in your beautiful eyes,

but the precious disturbance is all you can bare -

or even more.

Your world is awake as the rest of us sleep

for surely your dreams are better than this -

sweet bliss of destruction.

Midnight Discoveries

I sat alone, waiting for the phone to ring.

And I knew I could not answer it, for you are too dangerous -

too bad of news for me to receive.

I held my breath, waiting to exhale until after the police arrived.

And they pronounced your death.

For how was I to know how long the sky had been dark on your dreams,

how long since the sun had set in your fields.

Yet the moon refuses to rise.

She's determined - figures there's a reason -

and I hesitate to look as they pull back the sheets -

for whose soul could reflect their presence after their loss

except those who determined their own demise -

And the blood still haunts me.

Right To Choose

The glass drops line the windowsill,

obscuring the truths that lie behind them -

Just as the dreams within the river -

beneath the ripples or subtle waves -

and they glisten under the pale moon -

a distant echo from a forsaken land.

The lightning falls - echoes into our lives

penetrating the past and mozaicing the future,

turning it into a larger picture of self-discovery versus limitations.

And who shall set those standards -

society's equivalent of the standardized test -

a form to complete, mail in and get your results in 30 days -

maybe less if you're lucky.

And how long does it take us to decide which path to take -

which answer to choose?

Simply we want to choose - have a choice -

over our own life - our own right -

our destiny - our detailed order -

future destination as women -

and this is where we get in life -

wherever we choose to lead ourselves -

Presuming, of course, that we have the right to choose at all.

Moon's Muse

The moonlight beckons through my window in its glistening radiance.

It calls forth the blood pulsating within my shallow veins.

Echoing the beat of Earth's heart, molten lava within her core -

within my shell.

And my pain pierces the silence of the sleeping lilies -

for a new star is borne -

and she must greet her daughter -

the muse of her heavens.