I wish you would stop drinkingAnd be sober for a while;I wish you would stop huntingFor some stranger veteran's smile. I wish you could see yourselfAs you are when you've had too much;I wish you'd leave it on the shelfAnd tell yourself "Don't touch." I wish you'd choose Sam, Mom, or me,Instead of yourself for… Continue reading I Wish You Would
Category: Poetry
Dementia
You told me that story again,That same one you always tell, How no man lived past forty-nine, They all died but you were well. But this time when you told me itYou forgot how it should end.No, you couldn’t remember, It was all just a pretend. It showed me you’re slowly slippingAway, and well past before;You call it… Continue reading Dementia
Venereal Tinuviel: Motherhood
Trees for shelter and vines for honeyed fruit,The moon for the sun, the dusk for the dawn,Seeds for saplings, the felled nurse for the shoot.My Evening Star makes the stygian gone. Youthful beauty is not withered, but aged,Your lithe, young body is no longer yours;Wealth that you once dreamt, away like time, fades,But a mother’s… Continue reading Venereal Tinuviel: Motherhood
Venereal Tinuviel: Proverbs 31
You give yourself to all the things you do:Washing the dishes and feeding our son;I lack no gain, and my heart trusts in you;Your strong-willed hands work and plow under sun. The dawn moon still shines when early you rise,In strength you are dressed, arms ready to serve;From the field and the vine food you… Continue reading Venereal Tinuviel: Proverbs 31
Venereal Tinuviel: Steadfast
Sol’s light will fade and day will become night,Luna’s shifting gaze will freeze and stay new;Assured and steadfast is Venus’ light,Your loyalty and love, constant and true. Mountains grind down into gravel and dust By shifting winds only constant in change;But my help-meet, my rib, always I trust,No oath will you discard, no vow exchange. Oromë’s… Continue reading Venereal Tinuviel: Steadfast
Time
Saturnine winds blow, freezing all my joints,Ravaging my youth, reaping all my fruit,Stealing life and those I love, grinding bones,Withering my grain to dust and decay.Never not moving, marching, and mourning Moment after moment never returned;What has been taken is forever lost.Tyrannically taking and claiming and always destroying and enslaving;I feel it most what is least that… Continue reading Time
I, Judas
Like driving nails through his wrists,I choose sand in place of air.I betrayed him with a kiss. Trapped in a squall’s dark abyss,Where my silver is my prayer;Like driving nails through his wrists. I stab and bleed, perfectionist,Which fades away when I compare; I betrayed him with a kiss. Unloving thorns crown innocence,Red life dripping off… Continue reading I, Judas
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