Gold Guilded Cage
Raised in captivity ,
this bird stripped of wings.
I alone must pay the penalty.
In this cage there are no tunes to sing.
For what joy can captivity bring ?
Looking to the blue horizon, wishing , yearning to take flight.
These bars they hold me out of mind , out of sight.
My home is bare a naked form, with only my feathers to keep me warm.
So lock me up and cast me aside.
In this guilded prison, I have died inside.
Light’s ,Camera, Action!
Sleepy is the auditorium before the rise of the drapes.
Bustling back stage crews Stuffed together in large traffic's of people.
Gowns for the ladies , Stylish Gentlemen in Capes.
Whores on the side set ,posing like Nuns under a steeple.
In theater our bodies always dancing with emotion.
The Performance a tune we Hum, as our persona we mold.
Vividly Casting Color onto the Grey Ocean.
Paint us White, Paint us Silver or Gold.
By the End of the Night your Desire's we have stole.
Let them come and bring our millions, Turn it to coin, count the trillions.
Strewn lips as they part, Diving in to take the Breathe of each beating heart.
Raise the Curtain and let us show you our art.
Moisture Fills the Air, Copper the Sacrifice.
A small token to fit the Price.
Blood baring the key to each little light.
Glittering Glimpses of the Sun's Glare.
A Fairies favorite Time of Day is Night.
Sneezing pollen, Farting Baby powder.
In winters Chill they enjoy Cream of acorn Chowder.
Bathing in swamp muck is a favorite pass time.
It keeps their skin Green, the old look prime.
They Cluster together in Troves they Gossip.
Whispering about Wizard tales or the latest toss up.
Fairies can never sit still.
They Buzz around anxiously to life's thrill.
Twas In midnight's first gleaming that I saw her face.
With eyes of Twilight, skin flushed of moon.
Her lengthy body evenly spaced.
My Turn coat glowed of red, I would introduce myself soon.
From the shores of Tripoli to the breathing beaches of Cancun.
Sailing to the oceans florescent tune.
Beat still My fluttering heart, Don't let me shift or quicken my pace.
Recalling my captains Orders, Time standing still though we are in a haste.
long Chestnut curls, Draped over her Soul Piercing eyes.
My mind filled with remorse, at her perfect disguise.
Her Trembling fingers Fidget at the Ropes, I draw in closer.
Motioning her over Below deck, trying not to expose her.
Thoughts of her gentle form swimming threw.
Finding herself struck by my sightful Blue Hew.
Turning the tides of my body to lust.
Pulling her close with an inward thrust.
Whispering to her lips as we graze upon the fleash.
Startled by the fire of cannons as they crash.
"I alone know your secret, I alone you may trust."
mouth strewn apart as she speaks in return.
"By Keeping my Secret, what have you to Gain?"
Glaring Fire louder then words, "On this ship we find Fortune and Fame,
Yet I suspect you will be the Prize I claim."
Up on Deck the Iron clashes with waves of might.
Sails Cast in the drip of red velvet that once were white.
Slicing threw bone, Cutting across the crimson abyss.
Mauling and mangling our way to Victorious bliss.
Screams fall on my ears but none so shrill, as the ghastly cry of the Moon skinned maiden Who has fallen still.
Pooling Rubies that weep from her form.
Conjuring venomous Rage of my inner storm.
Seizing the life of a crew member named Frank.
I shall now accept my fate and walk the Plank.
Tears of Midnight
On the wind like a bird,
a soft midnight song.
Very faint with no wrong, often unheard.
Sighs of Crickets,
Banter of bats.
Lulling the creek as it slithers past.
Falling drops of dew like water from a spigot.
Sneaking threw the darkness are the cats, hunting rats.
Shadows slip moving fast.
In this daze of mist truth can be found.
whispers of leaves, lead some to believe.
In this haze feet move with no sound.
Deep in this dwelling of Thieves.
Now let us all bath in the redemption of the night.
Washing our sins in pools of moonlight.
The Vast of Time
Venom seeps into the bones.
waves of ashes, crumbling stones.
thrones unmoved by times mighty hand.
all washed over by the sand.
hearing the cry's of the lost wisp by,
squeaks of mice, as old board's sigh.
towers of majesty reach for the sky.
Weeping old trees recoil there charm.
Fleets of birds sound the alarm.
Hurling Rain reaps its threads.
Thoughts of years past as the darkness spreads.
Swallowed by night.
spinning is the compass, well in sight.