The Moonchild's Lament

Dear Moon,

Bequeath to me a happy tale-
for mine rains to the salted rain's drought.
I've sought to be an interpreter but
interpreting misery leaves few ways out.

My cradle has fallen-
there's no rock-a-byes now-
plodding through the shit storms begs the question how-
there could be so many nights like this one in life?
I suppose there's no end to the Cancerian strife.

Yet through it all, I've remembered love and I swoon
Oh! How I hate the many cycles of this moon child's moons.
I think I'll have a hard time sleeping tonight-
So I'll bask in the turmoil of the pallid moon light.

Sensitize

Sensitize me morning girl
as I wake underneath the dew tipped cascade
let me run my fingers through your hair
and bring you close so I can kiss you everywhere.

I want my lips to know your skin
to brave the fears I had within
and give myself inhuman strength
to stop- mid air
and wander your length-

and take you close
so close to me
our bodies become just one
to be
to kiss
to wander free
to deny
our self
our thoughts and the "me"
now we wander
free
as we-

and I can't wait just to be
to know you like I know me-
and for once not to have it all in one place
but to be one person with one face.

So sensitize me morning girl
lie in my arms after the storm
your finger moving around, doing no harm
but letting me see what I cannot adorn-
your face
your body
warm against me
your sighs
your soft
tranquility
your gentle breathing
eyes closed
and free
to love
to lust
to do whatever you please-

and in it all,
to freely love "we"

I'm sensitized my love
I know who I am
I feel you each time I can.

I love you the way
I know how to love
and it's you each time
as I thank somethin' higher
for love.

Smoke Away

And so the ballad begins, in late and dreary times
And all that was and had been, was in the mind.
He thought of her disrobed and so she promised just the same
But what of conscious living could have taught him such a thing?

I know the he is me so just before you psychoanalyze
Just let me tell you of my story and if you don’t take it apart, sympathize.

All my life I’ve dreamed of one who’s perfect in every way,
Beautiful eyes, kissable lips and hips, not big but enough to sway.
This came to me but once and she deserted me as fast she could
When I thought I built a love on steel, it turned out to be driftwood.

Others I’ve had and beautiful to, in every kind of way
Ones who’ve loved and ones who thought and all were focused on foreplay.
I’m tired of the shrew and I have no need for the mole,
If you aren’t going to follow through, you might as well hide in a hole.

It’s blasphemy, the life I’ve lived because I'm definitely an idolater
But women are my idols and it’s hard not to be a follower.
My god it seems each time I’m up, I so quickly come crashing down
And what man cares for another enough to hear when I hit the ground.

Impetuous, blind, lame and dumb
Preposterous, gregarious, self-absorbed, but fun-
Contemptuous, rude, hateful or loathing
It began just getting a beauty out of her clothing.

Now there’s an art and now I must restrict myself
Instead of embracing heaven I’ve seemed to have gone to hell
And it’s not as if I wasn’t expecting getting here
I’ve done my best to be bad and I’ve done it all year

I’ve not crossed my t’s and fuck dotting my I’s
And I’m punished with a girl who hates me and has mammoth thighs
My friends are all posers, my parents are lame
And all this displaced hatred, leaves me with only my self to blame.

I will go crazy and I will lose my mind,
Acting without knowing, is kind of like being blind.

So to end my story well, there really is no point,
For all of you who are happy, go to hell and let me smoke my joint.

Girl

Formed from the fringe
Of heavenly delight-
True joy in the simplicity
She also fights my fight.

In fear I’ll, never again,
Sleep at night-
I don’t think of you
I just close my eyes tight

Just the thought of you
Makes me unwilling to sleep-
I fear I’ll forget you
In my dreams far and deep.

But you are forever now
So I sigh and kill the light
Together in our forever
Everything will be alright.

Television...

Once upon a time there was a long long rhyme in a castle so far far away. Upon a drifting wood, a climber, there, stood and on his gallant steed he lay aghast. He'd climbed all day he climbed by night and fought the red devil upon his back side, for even right now he lay bleeding sound and through his tortured eyes he saw the lights of Camelot and the lights of sod. Poor man, lay in the sand and watched the devil cry. He was on his way to Georgia and was far from northern lies. The gorge was deep the creek Ran sweet, sweet with the sugary taste of blood. The soldier stood and off the hoarse fell into the river deep. God's blessed castle, the castle of Camelot lay still, far, in the distance. There the raven once was blessed, was now sinking in eternal dress, the metal of silver his woven coil over his life saving suit. He'd still be alive if the fool had not tried to protect himself from craven fight, that light! It came from the edges of the world as it grows even smaller. The sandy man dressed in loins leaves as a world is shut down and the shrill cry is muffled so as not to even have time to clutter the evergreen trees. So with the violent killing spree, that lifts the heart and blacks out even evergreen trees, with the violent coup de etat that makes the other world cease to be, now the end has come and off goes the TV.

Self Conviction

I know I love you-
Why should I have to prove this to myself?
But you don’t love me because you don’t trust me-
Or must I admit, there’s no love at all?

If love could only infect you like it did me
I’d bear the brunt of a rhinoceros
Would it were to infect you with my love for thee.

I am unfit for such a proclamation
My track record with woman is shady at best
I fear that you won’t put our love to the test
Or have you already and you’re just holding out?

My heart cannot bear it.
Don’t you know you’re destroying me?
I wish you every joy in the world though,
Because I love you.

I can only miss you
And hope that some day you
Will love me too.

If fire could burn as hot
as the one in my soul when I’m with you
we could heat a city.

Lying next to you
Loving the feeling of warmth and relief
While I’m with you
And your presence tells my mind:
My god she’s finally here.

Fog

Like Romeo and Juliet
And she is the young Capulet.
My road is to become a star
But to do it, I must leave her and travel far.

Friends say sex is all you should ask
Hold back and simply carry the task.
My mind trusts no one and fears the worst
And I, in devastation, feel the thirst.

What if she comes with baggage I don’t know?
What if some things don’t fit or go?
What if she’s dangerous mysteriously-
But delusions and fear aren’t that important to me.

I want her but am blind to the situation
I run on advice, stipulations and regulations
But what if she loved me and wanted to stay
The feeling I felt was instant but I want to know the way.