Son of Swords

I stand in the dark, under the pouring rains,

While I pray, and the world eats my soul.

My song is all of my roaring pains,

Buried in the shadow of the black totem pole.

All that I used to be is just a memory,

A prayer crashing against the stone ears of devilry

As I long for zero,

Singing my song in chains,

I long for zero.

(Every step is dogged)

I am the son of swords

Born to follow the lines of force

With my blood beating with the swollen words

Written on my soul with no remorse.

I seek the palace and the sonic throne

The Chalice and the broken bones,                               

So I dream of zero

With all my tattered dreams,

I dream of zero.

(Every hour is devoured)

In my lonely tantrums,

When my entire world is ice and steel,

And I am the only sighted man in the kingdom,

I lose my way and cannot feel

The dark kiss of the maelstrom,

The omega sunshine bliss of the atom

So I go to zero,

Holding close to my shattered soul,

I go to zero.

(Every breath is counted.)

Somewhere there is a great black mountain,

Looming under a twilight moon

And under it a great marble fountain

In which I bathe by the light of a wormwood noon.

Call me the lord of pain; call me the king of sorrow

Call me silent apostle, son of mourning on the last tomorrow.

Street Song 5: Tangent Line

there is a woman I saw once

that inspired me to write;
and not only to write, but to dream
and most of all to remember
all that Love is about.
ain’t that some shit,
how by chance a glance at this Lady
started to melt the ice
and had me thinkin’ about Love
and romance, candles, wine and jazz.
maybe it was just bad timing that let me
see her for so short a time,
what with her bein’ so fine
and us not bein’ together.
so here I am, inspired by her memory
led into fantasies by a brief encounter.
images of her lips and hips,
thoughts of her cleopatra eyes
have me searching breathlessly for
her face in clouds.
who is this magnificent woman I once saw?
why don’t you tell me,
you see her everyday in your mirror.