Of what returns

 some of us are comfortable 

with the idea that we will return to the earth

but I haven't met anyone comfortable 

with the idea that some things return from the earth

but it's heard from pulpits and tents

ye must be born again

yet if it's actually done

it's damnation of the soul

even from those whose lord

asked them to eat his flesh 

and quench their thirst for his blood

and he himself stole from the tomb

bringing life from death

becoming the rebellious spirit

that had previously been cast out

always the daring to be used for visions

and then burnt at the stake

drained of their potions

then pressed with judgements and condemnations

robbed of their philosophies

and drowned in the public's poison

for fear burns in the unknown

and they're willing to sell their souls to know

but none of them are willing to actually pay the piper

and return from the earth from whence they came

 

 

 

Internstellar

 my heavenly father wears

Icarus wings

will he crash and burn

like they did in Roswell

will the earth be scorched

like Helios' folly

is that how Hell was built

were they all chiming in

on the same tale

of my heavenly parents

the stars themselves

no longer able to shine

faded and fell

giving their bodies to the earth

is this dust their flesh

is my flesh their dust

do I eat it in remembrance of them

and give thanks they live on in me

or am I the fragment

the tear that fell from heaven

when the waters parted 

and I am just here

in the ocean

with all the other fragments

Litter

 his styling 

a fine tuned engine

radiating from his chest

in preparation of perpetration

smirking reflection in the glass

as future phantoms run

their fingers from dimpled cheek

to chin

this made up façade

ready for a nocturnal ride

the glamorous splendors

flowing from charmed fork tongue

light his way through darkened rooms

and drunken strangers

into glass after glass

and ash after ash

the final splash...

his pale flesh revealed

in morning

in the alley

in a pool of his own

The first Elizabeth

 a face of pale

the white washed cheeks

hidden from the jealous sun

that thought it was the center

lips of dripping red

the petals thrown before her feet

the pools and streams

and tides and seas of crimson flow

for her heart, her hand, her words

a collar lace

encasing great power

in blooming standard

a nation's rose who yields

both beauty and thorns

and is trimmed as so

each plant in its place 

in the monarch's garden

a heart forsaken

yet its chambers wise

which bled for her children

and was laid on the stone altar

for its own sacrifice of yore 

for time and time again

a woman must give up all

and truly be alone

to wield scepter, crown and throne 

Andromeda ears

 my cries would echo

to eternity 

if the vacuum of space

would allow it

but as my heart burned

when I discovered

you were who you were

my cries incinerate

in the upper atmosphere

never to reach your

distant Andromeda ears

only to collide 

in the next several

billion years

this gravity tore you apart

scattering your dust

among the stars

those dying lights

those lying celestial blips

that stole you away

to dim your eyes and close your lips

within the deep, cold chasm 

of silence

my cries try... try... try

Legatum draconis

steps on a precipice 

the ivory trumpets sound at night

under sickle moonlight

as the solar disc

is hurled out of the night sky

mountains

all we ever eat are mountains

not rivers that could quench

this thirst

not villages for us to bathe in blood

nor forests to burn

within our throats

but these piles of uprising stone

slabs and boulders and slides

so scratchy on the gullet

so heavy in the gut

to weigh our wings to the ground

these giants to tackle

that only time can topple

yet our roars pour out

into the night air

carried on the high winds

that usually carry us on our way

this shrilling thunder

throws them from their beds

pulls their courage from their spines

and curls them as a fern in reverse

this power pulls

it tears the weary from their heights

throwing them back

into the ovens within the Earth

with certainty all will succumb

to this gravity

but not yet, not tonight