Soma

Kiss me with your cruel lips

The taste of sin and sea.

Give me joy in tainted breath

With marked dishonesty.

For who could care, for one's self

Ever more than I?

Taste this indulgent selfish thought

Forsake this pain for pride.

Soma sweet, hades greets you

In a candy coated shell.

Chemical joy, deftly employed

By every hound of Hell.

Drug into the depths of passion

Every man will quickly drown

Beast and harlots soon to follow

Every one shall cast their crown.

For Julie

Life will stand the test of time.
Though you have passed
On to your children
Both word and flesh,
Memory and bone.
You do not live on through them alone.

Your kindness.
Your kindness is how I will remember you.
A motherly embrace,
and the lines of your face, in smile
though not traced on my own...
Your kindness,
I am thankful to have known.

The Winds of Time

The winds of time are speakin'

With words I cannot say.

In a language, long, and languid

But clearer day by day.

O, The winds of time are blowin'

And fallin' leaves are we.

With our weariness ashowin'

We'll crackle under feet.

The winds of time are callin'

You'd best incline your ear.

Cause tides of truth are flowin'

O'er every pain and fear.

O, The winds of time are comin'

Its fillin' angel wings.

Unfurl your sails and follow

Lest death the wind will bring.

Blades

Time shall cut you like a blade of grass

From endless emerald oceans, every vision cast.

Knives, verdant, voluminous speak not the past,

The future's not wanting; none of us last.

All men are grass... I am the same.

Temporal, visceral, mind cutting blade.

One and wonderfully, fearfully made.

Tongue like an serpent, hand like a spade.

Time cut you all; it's unending boast

Waste not this day all you knife holding host

With bodies of dirt and breath of a Ghost

Fight for your life; you'd best make the most.

Hope in This

Nothing humbles as a star-strewn sky.

Heavenly orbs mock the works of my hands,

Reminding me that I am but a passing breath;

My word will not remain when the stars pass away.

There is only comfort in this:

It was not in God's image these stars were made.

Though my breath escapes and becomes feeble,

It is God's breath within me.