Mary

Mary

Mary, have you seen better days?

Do you remember when you smiled?

When you were happy

A cheerleader

A princess

The hot girl everyone wanted to date

One night that all changed

A mistake that changed your life

Now you walk the streets

Pushing a carriage

Carrying the baby who you love

But never wanted at your age

Praying for just one day like before

One day to smile

One day where you don’t have to worry

Praying for one day not to be a mother

Just to live the life you gave up

Mary, have you seen better days?

Do you remember when you smiled?

When you were happy

Why Do You Judge Me?

Why Do You Judge Me?

Why do you judge me?

I am not like you

My world is not the same as yours

The world is different to me

My reality will never be yours

And I would not want it to be

I am a man, a mortal man

Darkness attracts me

I prefer demons to angels

A dragon should be my pet

Still I am just a man with feelings

Living on the same planet as you

In the same eternal universe

So, why do you judge me?

The Painting

The Painting

Hanging above the fireplace

Her eternal beauty framed in gold

Perfectly trimmed ginger hair

Covering skin made of the purest silk

In her hands of ivory a flower rests

What is she thinking as she smells her flower?

Is there something in the way she stands?

The way her hand cups the fragile petals

Are her closed eyes hiding a sadness?

Are they holding back tears of joy?

Those are questions that will never be answered

She will not reveal her secrets

She is just a beauty hanging on a wall

Smelling a rose

Surrounded by a golden frame

No Star To Follow

No Star To Follow

Where are the gods I have followed?

The stars they have given to me are gone

They have changed their positions

Even the star fixed to the north is gone

I have no idea where I have been

No idea where my travels will take me

The gods have forsaken me

Left me to wander with no direction

I will walk anywhere and everywhere

Looking for just one star to lead me home

Suicide Rock

Suicide Rock

Standing at the edge of Suicide Rock

Looking over the edge your mind wanders

How many have taken the final leap?

Did they feel that there was no hope?

Maybe they were hungry

Maybe they lost their freedom to choose

They thought that there was no other way

The winds off of the ocean still carry their screams

The coldness reflects the pain their bodies felt

Even the rain is only the tears of their sadness

It is so hard to look over the edge

There is something pulling you over

Wanting you to fly into the air

Needing you to fall to your death

It is so hard to resist

Almost impossible to step away from the edge

Still people travel to the rock

They take their children to play beneath

They take pictures over the edge

Looking for the blood of those who made the choice

People still take their lives at the edge of Suicide Rock

They still fall to a painful, bloody death

And still the people laugh and play

They do not think about what has taken place

They do not care about the spirits that surround them

They simply want to eat and play

Nothing more, nothing less

Until the next person falls to their death

And then they will notice

Pleasures Of The Night

Pleasures Of The Night

Music wafting through the night air

Melodies written centuries before

Still taking away the stress of the day

A cool breeze carrying the scent of distant flowers

Incense burning on the dresser

Its smell fills the room with ecstasy

Complementing the fresh smells of nature

Moonlight filters in through an open window

Lighting the room with a mystical glow

Such are the pleasures only the night can bring