Tuesday, September 27, 2011

The Dance

“And do you- she asked,
“Do you wear the mask?”
He smiles from the corner of his eye,
“Only to save me from the past.”
She sighs because she hates the dance,
The skittish gestures of a budding romance,
“Why must we talk in code and hide what’s real,
When all I want to do is tell you how I feel?”

And so is the end of another story’s day,
But only fate will end their play.


Riddle me this and riddle me that,
It’s just another riddle from the scorpion’s cap.
Do you dance or do you stare,
Pray tell me sir, would you dare?
Take the bet, don’t take the bait,
There’s only one way to play this straight,
Lay it down or fold em’ over,
You cannot keep your four leaf clover.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

It weighs on my soul,
It’s the musk that hangs in the air,
And slowly takes it’s toll,
It rolls in your gut and penetrates your eyes,
It creeps up your legs and swirls around your thighs,
You know what’s coming but how do you prepare?
What do you do when you can’t be there?
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men,
Couldn’t save her broken hen,
You’re scared of reality, you’re scared of the truth,
Life has a bitter way of stealing our youth,
It won’t come early, it won’t come late,
You don’t know your time,
You can’t control fate.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Once Upon A Fairy Tale

Once upon a fairy tale
There was a pretty lad
He bowed before a lady
And promised all he had
Upon receiving her in faith
He turned and spurned her love
Leaving her in agony
With a heavy hearted shove.

Her doom and gloom spread out
And darkened all the land
Until nightmares and divorce
Were all that that could be had
A committee went out in search
Looking to find
Another love for the maiden
To turn her back to kind.

But 'love cannot be rushed' she said
And weeped until she cried
She spread her hands about her face
To hide the pain from his lies
To save her people from disgrace
She turned herself to stone
And spent the rest of her days
Frozen and alone.


You’re an empath, so you think you already know,
But I’ve got a lifetime of pretending not to care,
So play your little mind games, I can match every row,
Run, run, as fast as you can, catch me if you dare,
Beware his passionate embrace or his lovely eyes,
He’s shifty, quick and crafty, he’ll burn you with his lies…

I try to remember that you really don’t care,
But it’s impossible to think of anything else,
When you’re always right there,
So I climb up and up trying to find where the sky stops,
Hoping there’s a cliff or a giant mountain top,
There I can fling myself over into the fiery pits below,
Anything to avoid the pain of another scorpion’s blow.