Sparks
How
carelessly the bound daylight caresses Oblivious to
wandering eyes extinguished
Free me reckless with the night Elusive scenes enkindled
burst to fire
Where splendor casts umbrageous twin And love sparks
radiance
To guide the heart from within All in search for you
Eve
of brilliance Till the morning proves indifference
For the sparks die Leaving shadows in my vision
How
dutifully the dull sunlight chastises Adopted wings
that dare arise with promise
Incandescent I represent Pandora's uninformed enlightenment
And fears that creep about my flame Evanesce until the
dawn calls them
Home again bearing thoughts of you
And
I'm helpless to see Unbecoming of me Blindly
mythicizing
Etiolation
emphasized by merrythoughts Once broken by moonlight
Oh brighter to have never loved Than gather ghosts of
the blinding Relentless sun idealized in you
And
I can't bear to see Unbecoming of me Love
is not dead
All
Lovers Lost
I
am my only thief and jailer keep Bedeviled and priest
beseech
The pander come to me But mad love is religion enough
For my heart
And
to those I gave life Confessions of a gift worth end
I am the spirit's grin kissed With the taste of silent
tears
And the glutton for emptiness Can feast on my heart
Such is the reign of banishment In my heart
And
all lovers lost Find them in the heart of darkness
In
the minds where my dear alvina weeps Once lifted their
voice in praise
Argus-eyed my useful ghost Did lose its mind
Still they curse my former name
But mad love is religion enough For my heart
Vervain
A
thousand dreamers crept as one Journey'd by the colder
sun
Knocked at the chamber's gate Yet this sleeper does
not wake
In the oracle overhung With careless whispers, ivystung
Their tiny fingers cling to warmth A home for the love
weary heart
Onward
sacrarium, time sojourns Palanquin leads this path adorned
While reverent creatures soft prepare The slumberous
beauty carried there
And lay their hands on silken skin As through these
veins the gods did run
Two thousand arms in twilight Endless dream and endless
night
Past
echoed ruins overgrown Small voices drift in ancient
tongue
Mindful to their deepest wish For a home to the love
weary heart
In
soft embrace I now arise And search for peace in hungering
eyes
Thy faces change: my love renames Our starlit world,
the past remains
Forgotten by linear spite One thousand pairs of second
sight
Who through my eyes at last may see We are divinity
We choose to be
The
Unquiet Grave
(traditional ballad circa 1400)
The
wind doth howl today m'love And a winter's worth of
rain
I never had but one true love In cold grave she was
lain
Oh I adored my sweetest love As any young man may
So I'll sit and weep upon her grave For twelve-month
and a day
One
true love is eternity for two Three four nevermore
Will I see my love true
The
twelve-month and a day foregone The dead began to speak
"Oh who sits weeping on my grave And will not let me
sleep?"
"'Tis I, m'love, upon thy grave Who will not let you
sleep
For I crave one kiss of your lips And that is all I
seek"
"You
crave one kiss of my cold lips But I am one year gone
If you have one kiss of my lips Your time will not be
long
Let me remind thee, dearest one A patient heart to keep
For we professed eternal love That lives though I may
sleep"
There
down in yonder garden grove Love, where we once did
walk
The finest flower that ever was seen Has withered to
a stalk
The stalk is withered dry, my love Though our hearts
shan't decay
So make yourself content, my love Till god calls you
away"
Iago's
Demise
Ophelia
Cordelia Desdemona And Kate
My sweetness and Beatrice So precious your pain
I
sing for your lovers Your heavenly fathers to be
Your possible futures Your obvious endings defeat me
Alma
Badoura Dorothea And Jade
Belphoebe is just like me Such perfect disdain
I
sing for the daughters The heavenly mothers to be
Insanity's wanderings Ritual fatherings greet me
So
carry me (there's no one to) Comfort me (there's no
one to)
Care for me (there's no one to) Capture me
Ophelia
(I dream of the daughters to be) Cordelia (the ritual
fatherings)
Desdemona (the heavenly mothers to be) And Kate (insanity's
wanderings)
Alma (the sons and the lovers to be) Badoura (the infidel
creatures like me)
Dorothea (the virginal martyrs to be) And Jade (the
doting fathers)
I
sing for the passive The heavenly loyals to be
The unrewarded loves Obvious endings defeat me
While
I'm asleep I can open my eyes What my lucid heart speaks
Conscious caution denies
Here betwixt and between Lies Iago's demise
As I sing for my creatures Their infidel features
Ophelia
(I dream of the fathers to be) Cordelia (the heavenly
loyals like me)
Desdemona (insanit''s wanderings) And Kate (suicide's
followers)
My sweetness (the virginal martyrs to be) And Beatrice
(the doting lovers for she)
So precious (the unrewarded like me) Your pain (the
infidel creatures)
Alma (the worshipful followers) Badoura (the doting
mothers to be)
Dorothea (the constant martyrs) And Jade (the unaging
fathers)
Belphoebe (the unloving characters) Is just like me
(insanity's wanderings)
Such perfect (the heavenly daughters to be) Disdain
(the obvious endings)
*When
To Her Lute Corinna Sings
(written by Thomas campion; 1600)
When
to her lute Corinna sings Her voice revives the leaden
strings
And doth on highest note appeare As any challeng'd echo
cleare
But when she doth of mourning speake Ev'n with her sighs
the strings do breake
And as her lute doth live or die Led by her passion
so must I
For when of pleasure she doth sing My thoughts enjoy
a sudden spring
But if she doth of sorrow speake Ev'n from my hart the
strings do breake
Caesura
In
kairos hour I bequeath Confusion of my sole belief
Consider: am I god in mortal shell Yet shine no brighter
than myself
Invaded by life's patriarch Who conquered me through
hatred's art
With fists of all unspoken sin Agrip'd my angered heart
within
And blood unknowing humble flows Deity's miscarried
ghost
For here my innate children prey Un-nursed and unhealed
wounds betray
A swollen rage: my numen's breath Of fire yet demotic
sense Weakens me
Mysterious misanthropy Rejects its own humanity
I give thee name Yet keep the blame
That is my one possession Wherein lies the lesson
The
Trauma Coil
Another
night down on the Catherine wheel Drawn into a corner
A symphony of resounding shrieks in my head
I
court a sure, sudden death But give no quarter
A paper soul tears the heart from the mind
Searing
is the morning, a tenement of lights Lost inside the
attic
On the floor again with a head full of rain
Wander
with the shadows of shelter and smiles Bleeding in a
stairwell
Fever-staggered steps and a mouth so dry
Three
liquid words collapse Blind and chasing sirens
Five years of night time and a heart made of tin
Allow
your sympathies the length of a table I recognize no
brother
Lash out at their smiles and walk in through their eyes
As
my knowledge, does the knowing Split my being from past
days
In decision, in departing In the severance of old ways
With precision, in my silence I perceive the bitter
still
Imposition, these young calling Withered kisses, or
the kill?
Together
we stand We stand so still
Indifference,
hollow laughter Bathes the walls of this lost home
So futile, all attempts Affectations, long to roam
Ever spinning, vile actress
Answered blindly to the call The price, child yet again
we sit And watch our private rome fall
I
am not well No, not well at all
Mercyground
Air-built
madness: unfamiliar charm Hides in the softest eyes
And ponderous smiles manifest denial But heavy heartless
Conscious of our load
Hurled by dreams into a separate world We dig the thoughtless
earth
With
fingers lighter than the breath Of lifeless minds awaiting
death On this Mercyground
What
may transpire in this stagnant posture Tradition multiplies
Where repetition reigns and the air smells of age And
prayers of sightless Blind us to the earth
Disenchantment sings in voices fortified Our sleep is
justified
Prone
and weary from descent Our eyes reflect empyrean
On this Mercyground
Safe inured we lay to rest Pinioned by our helplessness
On this Mercyground
Empty
smiles drag us down Until we softly kiss the ground
And all movement is lost
Silently we all sink down Embraced within this Mercyground
And all movement is lost
Heal
Salute
the essence Perfection's humor Conversed
so often: mute
Oh my dear
I'm always near Oh my dear Heal
We
can't conceive A child's peace Belief our
direction
Salute the essence: The essence of two performers
A pleasure ridden torture
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