Death to the Poet"Death to the Oracles, Gypsies of LightMore Like This
Who see through blindness of man and his infinite night
Through the lies of the Fates and their wriggling tales
And hear oncoming days through time's shrieks and wails
Death to the Sorcerers, Gypsies of Force
Who weave fire from breath and sing winds off their course
Who lift Earth from it's patterns and craft boisterous rain
And trap stars in their palms, and suck suns in their veins
Death to the Mothers, the Gypsies of Life
Child's Deus Ex Machina, the hunting man's wife
The bearer of Futures, the giver of Souls
Who find shadows of crisis and swallow them whole
Death to the monsters shrieking in the mind
Of the man with whom tragedy and God are entwined,
Manipulating old words to invigorate youth
Death to the Poet, The Gypsy of Truth"
Drowned with the Atlantis(Even Cupid cries)More Like This
Your skin on mine
Hold me like the mortals do
Sing me a lullaby
Darling,all I have is you.
Your hand in my hair
Your lips upon mine,
Even gods have a soul,
And I'm just one of them nine.
I'll dance my prayer,love.
Go forward and never turn
All this time,I thought,
This city will burn.
Who knew his arrow would break?
No one asked can gods cry.
His tears will drown us,
Give me your love,teach me to fly.
Cupid's tears touched my skin.
It made a red scar.
His wings are almost gone.
Did he,too,lose the one he loved?
I wanted to help
But you held me there
Don't become a mortal,
It's too great a burden to bear.
The waves came,
And you kissed me,Atlantis drowned.
You had your arms around me,pulling me close.
And we watch it disappear,up,from that cloud.