Day by Day

Brothers and sisters gather,
the time has come anew.
Bring your bells
your candles, your spells
collect the morning dew.

Sun ascends behind the mount
and moon, beneath the sea,
again we play
that game called "Day,"
beware, go cautiously.

If you play, abide the rules,
Know your proper place.
Learn to give slack
and when to attack
and you may finish the race.

In this game, we're part of a herd,
instinct our only tool.
Gather your strength
or you'll find at length,
you've been branded a losing fool.

Your opponents are out for blood,
a haughty show of might.
And all those who win
start over again,
the mysterious game called "Night."

Multiplicity
(The Importance of Being Human)

I am a scholar.
I philosophize and analyze.
I question and debate.
I toss theory to and fro and
give fresh breath to familiar scenarios.

I am a jester.
I giggle and guffaw.
I frolic and play.
Time is a bubble I burst at my whim
and pessimism is a foreign word.

I am a poet.
I conjur ideas and banter.
I share phrases and quotes.
I sprinkle words like stardust
and my soul pours out my pen.

I am a friend.
I care and listen.
I support and nurture.
My shoulder is damp with tears
and my loyalty is absolute.

I am a daughter.
I love and receive love.
I respect and thank.
I judge poorly but am forgiven
and my independence is encouraged.

I am imperfect.
I goof and err.
I display pride and arrogance.
I forget to think before speaking
and have repeated sad mistakes.

I am a Goddess.
I pass time with trees and stars.
I run with rivers and streams.
I make the moon my confidante
and the sun is my creator.

I am individual.
I am unique.
I am everlasting.

I am human.

Collective Unconscious

Come take a walk to the depths of my soul,
down where the secrets have never been told.
We'll watch the skeletons dance around,
as drops of their blood fall to the ground.
They're finally free to tell the tale
of a life that was driven off the scale
by evil and hatred, pure and strong
till the life could no longer carry on.
My mind was stolen while there I lay
bound and betrayed by abusive ways.
My heart was shattered, as well as my soul
those precious gifts which made me whole.
I see my body convulse on the ground
as I move toward a place that has no sound.
All has stopped, I've played for keeps
and in the calm darkness, the skeletons sleep.

Adulthood

Deamons, demons, hiding 'round,
among the clouds and underground.

Demons, demons, in your head,
behind your curtains, under your bed.

Demons, demons, claws that tear,
flaunting your faults, your fears, despairs.

Demons, demons, can be banished,
when pride has waned, when doubts have vanished.

Demons, demons, fight them you must,
lest the fires continue, return you to dust.

Rejoinder

She said:

Heathen wretch!
Damnable witch!
Disciple of the devil!

You worship idols
and work your spells.
At Satan's side you revel!

But you will suffer
the wrath of God!
You will see your turn!

And tho' you'll beg
and ask forgiveness,
in the end you'll burn!

I said:

Ignorant being!
Simple fool!
So blind as not to see!

You stand so pious
behind your book.
How dare you try judge me!

Negative energy,
anger and hatred,
flies from you in waves.

This patriarchal God,
so touted and praised,
is he the one who saves?

Kept in check
with threats of harm,
to all who dare to stray.

I'll take my stand
with the ancient ones,
free to live as I may.

For if no harm
is brought to others,
and nature receives its due ...

I'll be back
more wise next round,
while you remain < just you.

Opposition

The swift stones pummel my tender flesh,
bearing down with relentless fervor.
A flash of power wafts thru the pain.
The mind begins to wind down.
The physical ceases to exist,
with no strength to continue the flight.
Then sound, trailing into the wind.
Candles snuffed into stillness.
And the knowledge ...
patterned waves stretched into infinity.
Blackness is a soft cover,
safe in its comfort,
fearless in its thickness.
Anonymity is a friend.

Winter Submissive
(Ode to Demeter) < Previously published by the National Poetry Society

Why do you weep my lady,
your crystal, icy tears?
To blanket the earth, whom you have loved,
for a time more grand than years.

Your precious creatures perish
and grain doth cease to grow.
What end, this loss, will serve your children,
so slowly we come to know.

It is a sign of suffering,
an ancient tale of grief.
What you have given, so loving and selfless,
has allowed our souls relief.

You've give the dead a beacon.
Hope, with radiant light.
Someone to aid them continue the journey,
lest they wander eternal night.

And she is true, she knows your love,
deep as the infinite sky,
will call to her, and the crocus shall bloom,
a sign the time is nigh!

The time of reemergence!
When she may deign to rest.
Endless energy she has helped re-enter,
countless souls her test.

She returns to relight your smile,
your happiness felt on the breeze.
Once more the earth awakens
and your children are at ease.

Too few know of your sacrifice,
legends and lore on a shelf.
Yet I have seen 'twixt lines of time
and so offer, O' mother, myself.

Rain on Ybor

Water-washed
neon,
soft, but radiant
irredescent
rays splayed
upon unclean
masses.
Pink mist
covers
and warms the core
of restless
souls
left to wander
the immense
wasteland
that is unhappiness.
Driving
away the pain of
thought,
leaving memory
to dance in
reckless
splendour,
as airy, euphoric
feelings
stir the
senses.