She Swallowed the Stars

When we danced in the moonlight
Against the clouded sky
Of midnight
The twilight and fireflies
Were we dreaming again?
Wind in the trees and flowers
In the breeze
Whatever we had was gone
Long before dawn
Long after the song stopped though
We still carried on

To dream again
In a reality of cherry blossoms
And apple blossoms
And pear blossoms
And bloody fingers tapping my face
To dream again
We'd have to recreate
The lost hours in the garden
Trying to find Adam

And Eve

Sometimes there's a voice in the sky
Reminding us why
We had to leave the desire
The destiny
The dancing
And the soft glow behind
But mostly we ignore it
Because it hurts too much to look back
Because it hurts too much to live

Are we really dreaming again?

Is anyone even awake?

Is this my dream?

Or am I part of yours...

Carry On

When you're gone I can still taste your kiss
Remember every moment of bliss
The way you held me so tight
When I broke down and cried

When you're gone I can still feel your touch
How you love me so much
In my heart I can feel it
This is real, so

When you're gone
Remember my love
Will carry on
Remember,
My love
It's not too long...
When you're gone
My love will carry on

When you're gone I remember our stupid fights
And how we made everything alright
The way we both hurt each other
But ended up more in love than before

When you're gone I remember our time together
How our hearts beat in time together
How we breathed in time together
How we moved in time together
Our amazing time together

And I remember
Your love will carry on

Remember,
My love
It's not too long
When you're gone
My love will carry on

When you're gone
My love will carry on

Ishmael Ax

Does it really matter? Poets and writers all have certain things that mean something to them that no one else can make sense of. I do. All the other dreamers i know do.

Lost in Darkness?

We mourn for the dead. We mourn for the living. Why can we not mourn for the one who deserves it most?

Celebrate the lives once lived. Remember in joy through a veil of tears. Remember...youth is not gauranteed, nor is old age. We are not told to expect life. We are granted a shot. Sometimes...we cannot make it...

Mourn the lost. The lost soul. The lost spirit. The lost talent. The lost years. The lost voice in the crowd that could stand out even if to only one person.

Hate me...

For I would rather give a thousand tears to the murderer, who will always be remembered with hatred and disgust, than one tear to the rich children, with happy lives, who have a thousand to mourn them.

Hate me...

Because I would rather go to the funeral of Cho Seung-Hui than I would the vigil of all 33 victims.

Hate me...

Because I look at the sun...and see only the possibility of moon, stars...

...and darkness...

The Darker Side: In Tribute to Virginia Tech

Silence is the blood in my veins
So many years of sorrow
Do we share the touch of history?
Do we share the rage of the downtrodden?
Rise my brothers!
Broken in the past of millions
Milleniums in minutes
The suffering, the sorrow
How do we begin to show you who we are?
And when we do part our lips in protest
Why do you deny us even that beautiful lie
Of mercy?

To those who have known the touch of pain and hate and rage...
To those who have known the desire for blood
For the death of those who torment you
For the destruction of all that's out of your grasp
For the injustice of everything
To those who had no other choice
Between being consumed inside
And lashing out

This is for you

Calamity of Touch

This burning fury
Your hand on my back.
Light, so light
I almost forget it's there,
Almost fall into a dream,
Until I open my eyes
And realize you're the dream.
Realize I imagined your touch
Because you're not next to me
Not anywhere near me.
You're far away.
And I wonder,
Do you ever feel my touch
When you're sleeping and wake suddenly?
Do you remember me against you,
How we took on one rhythm?
I wonder if you miss me
As much as I miss you.
Sometimes I hope you don't
Because it seems too much to bear...
But all the other times
I pray you do
Because
If you didn't
I would die
Remembering
Your
Touch...

Study of Dry Roses

Dried roses my heartache
Tender whispers of pain
And when I want to cry
I stand out in the rain
Mask the trace of my tears
That I'm sobbing in shame




But when I touch the petals
I fade to dust
And settle down
Between the mold and rust

One Flat

There was a scale on the page
One octave: C Major
Current mindset has it
She changed it to d minor
And went on her way

Secret # 492

There's a nail in the wall
Sometimes I wonder what the nail saw
What horrible words were spoken
What small light was broken
Who's spirit was destroyed
What he said to throw them in the void
Sometimes I wonder what the nail knows
Wonder if it feels the same pain that grows
Inside the people he likes to kill
Who pretend their hearts are Jesus filled
I wonder if the nail could speak
If it would scream and shriek
And demand justice for us all
For the dark angels lost in the fall
Sometimes I wonder if that nail can hear
Can take the secrets it has to bear
Or if it gave up it's metal ghost
And decided all of us are lost...

World Vision

In winter and death
Silver drops of moonlight
On her breath
Broken winged angels
Dressed in rags
And bags
And sacks with ash
They come from the past
They are the song
That haunts the night
But when they take flight
Into the sky
It's their eyes that shine
Like stars
Music in bars
My minor melody
Natural harmony
And the expected
Unrestricted and complicated
Snake skin traitor
Violet rage
They drop a page
From the symphony of death
But I can still smell the moonlight
On her breath
As she dances on the grave
Of her mother