=Zeráfiel and Zilthé=

Zeráfiel, resplendent in argent robes,
Enters a tinted world of amber haze,
Roams fleetingly across fiery fuchsias,
Abandoning their wrath for azure grace.
Faithless and flightless upon ochre sands-
Iridescent wings of indigo flair
Entangle with mirages of lush lands-
Lost in lilac spirals of falling air.

Zilthé, hidden within fugilin folds,
Invisible, but for a moment, thirsts,
Longingly to glimpse the bright evenstars
Timelessly reveal themselves to witness
How perfectly Zeráfiel's argent robes
Endlessly match Zilthé's fugilin folds.

---The End. Tribute to Zerafiel---

=Zither=

Zither strings tremble
hauntingly as cold fingers
enfold and caress

nonchalantly, deft
yet hesitant notes flicker;
unaware of thee

Come through the shadows
yonder secrets lie between
plucked and silent strings

heartlessly dancing,
each note, recklessly screaming,
restlessly sighing...

wavering barely
echoing in pale lament
receding always
fading to finality.

=Words woken= [to the tune of Moon River]

Words woken, woken from a dream,
Forgotten in this brand new day.
Oh, world spinning, you dream stealing,
So bear them to my dear still sleeping away.

Dear dreamer half a world away,
Entrust your waking dream to me.
We're watching the same shooting star,
Wishing from afar,
Remembering how they are
Words woken in me.

=Why is it so bitter?=

Why is it so bitter?
Dark chocolate, coffee, and this liquor,
heartbreak, betrayal, and crushing defeat,
all taste so bitter the very first time.

You'll know when you grow up.
Bitterness is but a facade
for the expression of terroir
of the peoples in your heart.

Another sip and you'll find
this bitterness a familiar friend
down a winding path through the senses,
ever-present, unnoticed, but felt,
that we could never do without.

=What is it I seek...?=

What is it i seek in me?
My self, my soul, my destiny.
What is it i find in me?
Lost love, self hate, melancholy.

What is it i seek in thee?
Companionship and empathy.
What is it i find in thee?
Reflections of some part of me.

=What Do I Seek=

What do I seek
When I weave
Silken words
Into velvet lines
When I breathe
Vivid life
Into faery beasts
That dance across
Our feral minds
I never find
What I do seek

=wall=

everything i write
is as senseless as that wall
which looms over my back
and says not a word at all
i got so pissed at it
i turned around and spat
whatever words i vomitted
must have been quite bad
for the wall was so distraught
that it couldn t answer back

=Watching E=

E is the girl I've been watching,
if watch is the right word indeed.
Her life's quite unexciting,
I wonder why I take heed.

Before you all think I'm stalking
some pretty girl off the street,
I'll have you know I've been following
E since she was a kid.

When she was born, (I'm not kidding)
the world it seemed to be,
came so vast and so frightening,
she cried and I cried in harmony.

Parents, why do they bring
little E's into being?
Is it love or selfish instinct,
these children, they are creating?

E, they shaped and shaping
from sperm and egg to youngling.
Once she's done rebelling,
they resign themselves to watching.

Her life's quite exciting,
they should really take heed.
If she wasn't so smart at hiding,
they might be watching me instead.

Here's E asleep in bed-
pretty flower at night and blooming
all those dreams inside her head,
I steal away every morning.

Now E's awake at dawn-
trampled grass in rain and yawning
window to her world, I'm gone
with a flower picked and torn.

E, they're calling,
angels in white and scorn.
I watch my E crying
tears of red and dying.

Her name is E,
I take her in my arms
A shining light born
from compassion and suffering.

E, they're mourning,
twenty-three in black and Psalms.
Little Eleanor is crying
and I cry in memory.

My name is E,
23 and rising.
The world it seems to be,
vaguely watching over me.

=Virgins=

The shore recedes and tremors draw
in the tide on virgin sands.
Hesitant waves break and withdraw
virgin armies without plans.

Stark and stained, virgin dreams are born,
changeling child of sea and shore.
Soft suffused, virgin light of dawn
washes over them once more.

Sunlight chasing crests of waking
waves burn virgin white.
Sails a flaming! Masts a breaking!
Now fear the tremulous light.

Flee! A virgin shadow's rising.
Murderous is her embrace.
Neither shore nor children playing
can hold her wrath in place.

Stripped and flayed, virgin dreams are torn
and tossed across sea and shore.
Black and grey, virgin griefs are born,
washing over them once more.

The shore recedes and tremors draw
in a virgin fear on sands.
Repentant waves seek and withdraw
virgin wraiths from haunted lands.

=Violet Rhapsody=

hush
imagine a substanceless deep
violet washing over me
eyelids close and darken
to velvet rich and shadowed

Wait.
Into my eyes and light again-
liquid and pastel paradoxes
flame- lamps swaying
for deathly nightshades.

touch
awkward and bumpy and soft
blueberry suede on skin
and cherried tips between satin slips
tentative and withdrawn

sleep
let the night embrace
mauve eyelids and ivory face
mahogany lids and ebony wraiths
beyond his fraying gaze