Dark stages lit

by blinding yellow lights,

tape marks positions for 

the aspiring stars,

Ready to join 

the universe beyond

their old wings.

i want to write some words

tumbleweed in a desert and the sand plasters inside your

lungs cuase this place is 

neverending and the news anchor is raving about some

tweet that's already gone into an

abbyss of words and thoughts and people who can never realize that

this will all be gone someday and i always wonder

how people can still ask questions whose

answers rest with god and are never to

dance on the unholy tongues of humankind because

we reamin ignorant to our ignorance in our

inflated problems and

chipped nails and honking horns and bad days that will

never add up in a world where 

first world problems dominate the plain when

staration and poverty lie on the horizon burning as an 

icarus by the setting sun while halley's comet burns a trail through the

memory of an unbroken sky, we are made of the

tears of the heavens and to the sky we shall return 

And so the lolcat-child doth said;

"If it fits- Alas!- I sits." And so it sat,

On the tiny chair upon the mat,

As the rain came pouring down. 

The dripping sky did quaver in its head,

And thought "This rain! oh, it shan't be my best" 

The clouds did try to power through the rest,

Although the child began to frown. 

Quoth he, "Why can't the rain just e'er leave me alone?"

"When eves't I try to sit, it falls,"

"The roof a-sending water down the walls,"

"Until the drywall breaks into decay!"

The rain replied with pitious bemoan,

"I must continue till the wind a-comes-"

"Fiercely with its tower-topping hums,"

"And blows my sorry form of danger-flood away."

The child- in a tit-for-tat, spoke,

"Catch me outside, how 'bout that" 

And left the flooding shed to see the rain-

Who facepalmed in its ever-shrinking pride,

and cried,

"You foolish child, just go back inside!" 

The child didn't listen then, and fell into a puddle, miles deep.

He didn't want to try to go to sleep,

For he had turned into a giant squid.

The rains, although no less annoyed

Did try to calm themself henceforth,

For the irritating child of questionable demeanor managed to not drown. 

The end 

A strain of starlight pulled from the moon

Fending the sun away,

An echo of song lost to the faeries'

Warning keen,

Figure disorted by purple mist,

Haze seeming all-encapsuling,

But yet does Ra show his face

Casting toils and hardships

Upon the enormous writhing snake. 

Dancing In the rain (Sunshower)

On spring days where I live 

The rain falls down

Cloaking me

In a gentle shower 

A sunshower 

On spring days when I thrive

The clouds show tears

Tears of joy

Even the sun has come to watch me dancing

Dancing in the rain

Here's one I wrote this past fall. It's written with a sort of couplet rhythym, alternating between moment and memory.

The Veil

Yesterday's braid

Yesterday's beauty

Weaving my fingers,

Unweaving the memories

Pizzicato plucks

In the chord of my autumn locks

Cascading in a waterfall down my back

Glissando, thumbnail on waking hour

The stage lights shining colliding reflecting on my eyes

As I now gaze upon the sun

Daydreams of

Drifting off into the black of fade-out house lights

Black lace and fabrick

A blanket, a veil through which I see the world

Yet-

I wonder

Is it a veil through which I see

Or, as it is my soul,

Are these my eyes?