tactile
angel

who lifts
above

flows
through

the water's
veins

buoyant
sprinkle away tempests

for prayers
of midnight's oasis

empathy
resides.

I loved you,
deeply,
madly,
truly...

until I found out
you were human.

Afraid
alone at night
so far from home.......
Buried
.....by darkness
......by isolation
.......in a strange culture
........by hatred unearned

I came to save you
who would now kill me
I came to liberate them
.those who won't even meet my eyes

Yet here I stay
a stalwart against tyranny
..and radicals
...mad anarchists
....false believers

Afraid, brave,confused,alone...steadfast
Soldier

Swan

To lift on high
my carriage of head,
white coat of down
sometimes shed.
Can you know me
this time, this dawn,
know that I’m,
a well swam Swan.

speak not the name
for the dead hear
and stir gentle
in the wake

but raise the oars
soft on hallowed
lake

and gentle
for the shore
make

Here among the magically misled
it would be easy to give in
board the train
pray to the sky for forgiveness

but it's just like me to wonder
how could any man find honor
in the seduction or rape of virgins

The standard answer is
"his ways are not ours my son"
well, they certainly aren't mine.

I won't be raping your daughter
or killing your brother

Compass

Lost and confused
Emotions have run amok
Can't find North
I've reached deadlock

Sunk and perplexed
Feelings are blocked
Can't find East
I've reached gridlock

(chorus)
My compass of morality
Keeps turning and spinning
Offering me
No direction or clarity

(chorus)
My compass of morality
Keeps spinning and turning
Offering me
Nothing but insanity

An evening mist brings forth
Sadness within my bones.
The light scars the being I
am. Light nor darkness
bringeth me a dove.

The peace of a dove will
never quiet my home of pain.
I live in the heart of the mist.
I see nothing. I hear nothing I
speak nothing.

The Cloud upon the ground
visits me with the utmost of
ambush. I flee to no gain. I sit
deep inside of the mist.

It brings me much sorrow!

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Pixee

I sit upon my throne of corpses,
my crown made of splintered bone.
Dismembered bodies bow at my feet,
as I feast on the flesh of the living.
My castle overlooks the potters ground,
as I walk in gardens of stone.
My touch like winter, my skin, rotted.
My army-
maggots and worms.
My queen is disease,
her heart beats in my bony hand.
All are welcome to my forsaken land.
After your final breath, you shall see,
my kingdom is eternal,
my kingdom is death.