Grandmother of Paradise

I watched
As the oaks parted with their green peers
As they said goodbye and stood naked,
Shivering,
And proud
I watched the sky's weeping
As the sun got shy
And hid behind a herd of ebony sheep
I watched as its nervous rays broke thru the shallow, flying cottons
And the northern star finally had a chance to sleep

I watched…
And 'til today I'm not sure if it's the sound of it
The gleam of it
Or a combination of both, that soothes my sore eyes
All I know is that autumn,
Dear winter
Is the great, great, grandmother of what we call paradise.

Half Way to a Thousand Kisses

The other day, my dear
I taped together millions of broken seconds
Homeless moments in our past
I closed my eyes and began taping
One after another
Images began to form
Us, staring at each other, smiling
Images of our confesses
When we were half way to a thousand kisses

These days, my dear
When we look at each other
For what seems to be a broken second
Our eyes tell our story
They tell it in their own alienated language
One we might never hear
They remember our days
Our lips
Desires
Thoughts
Jumbled Clothes
And my body, sweating over yours

They remember, as we forget
And there you are, a broken image
Lost in a man's world
And here I am, taping together old, broken seconds
Half way to a thousand kisses

The Beanstalk & Jack

I once stood tall
Don’t you remember?
As tall as your aspirations and demands
You climbed up and down
My back
You climbed it, with ease
Undoubted
To the heavenly-castle and back

Oh Jack
Don’t you remember?
After a couple of golden eggs
You thanked the skies
And were so glad
That I hadn’t any legs

That’s painful, Jack
No, not the reeking of my wounds
Not your axe slicing through my veins
But your face
Withdrawn
Emotionless
As if I only existed so you could chop me down

I wasn’t a friend, Jack
Not at all
I was merely a means to your end.
So go ahead
Squelch my intestines
Faster Jack
Detach yourself from your roots
Detach me from mine
Because...my neck.. dear Jack.. Is humbly yours.

Departure of the Grey Goose

She lay there
As calm as the still waters in springtime
Heard nothing but sounds that didn’t rhyme
Showers of sweat and saliva washed her bloody cheeks
Heavy fists forced her wrists over her defeated head
To the side edge of a sofa
Or is it the edge of a bed?

Her eyes were wide open
Through the tears she was watching
Saw a blur of a face
A different one every minute
Though the features weren’t in it
Except for a grin
Teeth...bigger than the humans’
Warm drools
Falling on her gelid breasts,
Her scratched neck
Her bruised chin
From the no-face grin

She laid there
As calm as the desert sands after an angry storm
And the pain.. awaking
With the departure of the Grey Goose

“Misses Prey?
What did you see?...
Here, cover up your skin.
...Are their wounds within?
Was this the work of the No-Face Grin?

ALL I COULD NOTICE

In an April’s afternoon
The sun surrendered its light to the fully-faced moon
With the mild wind slicing through the cotton candy clouds
And the stars, shivering and glittering in the quiet skies
Yet, with no power of my own
All I could notice was her and I, alone
And the way her face looked under the moonlight.

The sound of silence harmonized with the early night-cries
The stars sang... they sang to her sacred, hypnotizing eyes
They sang to the happy beats of my heart
Is there a way to staple this memory onto my sight?
‘Cause all I want to remember is the way her laughter sounded that night.

One-Way Conversation

Can you bring out something that I’ve never seen?
Can you show me the way?
Or just erase the scene?
Can you hear me?
Or is this just another One-way conversation?

Will you be there waiting if I end my life?
Will you be thereto help me sharpen my knife?
Can you see me crying?
Or is this just another one-way conversation?

Can you speak out loud and let me know you’re around?
Can you stop all wars and heal all of our grounds?
Can you see me dying?
Or is this just another...
ah..forget it.