Daisy Chains

Daisy Chains

"He loves me true; he loves me not,"

Says the girl to the daisy she has caught

As she lounges in the sun on a grassy knoll.

And she thinks of her boy with a wistful sigh,

For she loves him so, though she know not why,

And the daisy's petals answer to the poll.

The way he smiles at his gal

Sends shivers through her frail morale,

His eyes so blue and bright they seem to glow.

But his laughs and acrobatic twirls

He shares with all the giggling girls,

And whether she's his One she has to know.

So her hand comes down from the azure sky

To Daisy's single, yellow eye

That cannot blink and cannot cry,

And it rips another eyelash from her face.

Ties that Bind

Ties that Bind

As the day begins

And the darkness fades

The sunlight burns off the night promises we made

I crawled into bed with you never to leave

But the ties that had bound us are already frayed

It was raining

You pulled me under the eave

But some knots are simply too tricky to weave

I flew out the door without saying goodbye

And our love blew apart like a handful of leaves

You were perfect

But the price was too high

If I find whatever I'm missing I'll die

You pull me apart on this terrible rack

Yet somehow my heart can't escape from your side

I keep running

Out into the black

But a glimmer of hope keeps me crawling right back

The bright candle,

I blew out your flame

But though you were handled you never were tame

Shining star,

I dragged you to earth,

But though you were scarred you kept all of your worth

Why can't I put your face out of my mind

I've finally been caught by the ties that can bind

Inspired by Twilight...ha

Back to Back

Back to back, her shoulder at my shoulder,

We stood, ringed round by death.

Of late, our enemies grew bolder,

And sought to steal our breath.

When they encircled us, prepared to spring,

The other lovers ran.

But no black heart could breech our tiny ring—Where her hands ended, mine began.

But if our little fortress finally burned

And crumbled into grime,

It would only be because I yearned, and turned

—To see her one last time.

To Things Lost

To Things Lost

What do you do

When love turns blue,

And you've lost the best part of your soul?

You smoke another cigarette

And try to forget

That for a minute, you could have been whole... 

Autobiography

Autobiography

When I was young I found a young tree—

A pine sapling on the side of a hill.

Fingers red from the winter chill,

I bent it back until I pulled it free,

And the roots lay bare for all to see,

But the pine survived, and it's out there still.

And such ideas were brought to mind

By the fall of a single, scrawny pine

That I bent my body back and back,

And farther yet until I heard it crack,

And like an unrolling ball of twine,

I toppled off the beaten track.

And when news came from the old town crier:

We're in the path of a deadly fire,

There was nothing new that I could learn

'Til I felt my fingers start to burn

And didn't care for their concern,

Knowing I would rise the higher.

Now far from needing clever schemes,

The Lord is my shepherd, or so it seems,

For there's nothing in my sleepy dreams

That I haven't been allowed to pluck

From a laden tree like fruit to suck—

But don't suppose I dine on luck.

Chess

Chess

They stood, two rows on two rows,

Prepared to fight.

Their minds burned and their hearts froze—

The black, the white.

Steadfast stood they, without a thought

Of turning back;

It was honor, steeped in blood, they sought—

The white, the black

They felt the noble purity

Of divine right.

For both, success--a surety,

The black, the white.

No time remains to hear their story—

Who's keeping track?

The ending's either death or glory—

White attacks!

Celestial Delight

Celestial Delight

She stood by the road,

Wind whipping her golden hair

As she held out her thumb.

Her face shone like the Sun—

I mooned her.