No one is right,
No one is wrong,
How the Ivory Tower,
Was safe for so long.
Embroidered with silk,
And lined with gold,
We lost our voice
To the Capitol sold.
“What is ours is ours,
And cannot be taken.”
If only for hours,
The Empire was shaking.
“Somehow a House upon a Hill,
Stands for all but our will.”
We have waited for so long,
Today a few dared to belong.
I am as the candid word,
Passing kindly
In the alleys of the wind,
Adorned with sunlight,
All that a stranger’s
Tongue could sing.
Think of me not
As a lost verse.
This way I am a truth
Forever unearthed,
Sailing past
The shoulders of man,
An Autumn leaf
In a forest
Dancing…
Your fingers dig deep
Into my cold… broken hand.
How sweet is the warmth
That you, this way, command.
Go on and move
My blood around,
Go on, read my bones…
They can’t pretend.
Tie my tongue in knots.
Make heavy my letters.
Leave me with my thoughts,
Stumbling and fettered.
Though familiar,
As night walks,
And sweeter than,
Thoughts amid talk,
Beneath the stars
Our eyes would meet,
Miles apart
Our words now reach.
Let secrets keep
And watchers weep.
Let sober steps
Another night sleep.
I wonder if
I saw his eyes…
Had they been
With me a while,
Would the devil
Wear his faces
And rest behind
So many smiles.
Two suns in a day…
One sitting by me,
The other, in her way,
Perched heavenly.
How the universe
Throws me so
The heavens ablaze
And the earth aglow.
How could I doubt
The rising sun?
Oh what a thought
For eyes so won.
Here I was taken
To sit with you,
Found life mistaken
When I saw two.
She’s dancing in the snow,
Don’t know which way to go.
A rose with poppy blood
And a maddening strut.
With eyes that can’t follow
Anything short of a dollar.
With feet that all but holler
And limbs that sway so somber.
I wonder who’s got her
Wearing that heroine collar.
What bird whistles
In the still of night?
Are you hiding in the thistles?
Are you dreaming of light?
What bird whistles
When life seems to hide?
Your language and its riddles
Are as far away as pride.
Such notes melt over me,
As a blanket of stars,
And just as warmly
Rise in morning hours.
My babys a bad liar
And I smile for her day to day.
My babys a bad liar
And I let her have her way.
My babys a bad liar
She don’t know what I see.
My babys a bad liar
She don’t know eyes are free.
My babys a bad liar
Wouldnt have her in other hands.
My babys a bad liar
Shes run off to another man.
My babys a bad liar
She came to me today.
My babys a bad liar
I know she wont stay.
Baby hangs on her arms
Strange fruit on a tree,
Her other arm
On a broken wheel.
She tells me what she wants:
“A wrap, a kit, one Old E .
Got somethin for my baby?
Anything for free ? “
“Honey I’ll pay you back tomorrow
I’ll be working tonight you hear
Just something to borrow
Anything, please?”
“My head hurts
Im a dollar short on three,
Come on now suga
Im good for it sweety”
Baby hangs on her arms
Strange fruit on a tree
Her other arm
On a broken wheel.
His head slumped over
With pearly eyes,
He’ll love his mama
Until the day he dies.
