Like dark jade The blue fingernails of the dead Rise from the earth Miniature trees Clawing at skies not listening
When your World is Ending, go cra… it’s going to happen, because no m… and not writhe and scream and do t… But then, after the rush of agony,… Give it your cheek, for this is yo…
Leopard in a snow white dress, you… Soft as a lotus petal and strong a… The way the sand moves, and the mo… These are your fellow dancers And many are the feathers that sha…
Thank your angels For they flutter close By the grace of gratitude
and the best that we can hope for is a few familiar faces a light in cold dark places a moment that erases all the walls that hold us back
Even in the passing flash of image… sliding, liquid, down the digital… I can see your eyes They are hauntingly familiar, hawk… holding the same fierce truth as C…
Did you know the wind is created b… And when the wolves are silent The moon howls?
She’s had the wind blow against he… Since her first sunrise And now with one hand on the wheel Her hair dances behind like a rebe… To the wind of her own song
There is a great poison in this la… All will taste it, most will withe… Who can say if the mystery holds m… But I will gamble on the flames o… Will you join me in the fight?
There was a toad with golden wings That landed on my blackened lily p… Maybe it smelled tears Diamonds on my back
Seven abominations, the ages of ma… Seven altars, where the angels sta… Seven assistants, of the bears and… Seven blessings in silent words Seven bowls, for the breath of nig…
Surprising, but yet not at all That we orbit in again, after unkn… Yes, it’s YOU again! And we know through the familiar s… Or the same pure force that stands…
Shelter me in your sweetness And I will sing down the sun for… Too long have I watched this rive… And felt only the moist of its ban… For alas, I have been unsure of m…
So close Came I In the neon pain of newer days So close as I stood, cliffs edge Turning a ravens eye on potential…
To each his albatross Or so it seems That fickle in our fast pursuits We run from babe to grave, our boo… Are thin as gruel
