Madman's Love Song

Madman's Love Song

Spheres of darkness follow me
I think about you late at night
Bewitching all I'll ever see
You grip my sodden soul

Silent hills of blue cloth
Streching out my eyes
Flitting across my face like a moth
You grip my sodden soul

Dark rivers cascade
Across a heaving plane
Watching the muse parade
You grip my sodden soul

Lines curve across a play
Written in Russian
Every night and every day
You grip my sodden soul

Beatles song on the radio
Michael on the screen
I watch you, and cry out "Oh"
You grip my sodden soul

Vodka, no and yes
Carpet burns of God
Swirling green tea gypsy dress
You grip my sodden soul

Fred the Italian sings
Remove my beating heart
Sandals and black coffee rings
You grip my sodden soul

Brown drill bits of genetics
Carve away a book
Pins and needles, kinestetics
You grip my sodden soul

Drunken glitter green
Black stage pound
Northern Europe's goddess queen
You grip my sodden soul

Stillborn

Stillborn

Tiny hands that cannot move
Tiny lungs that cannot breathe
This child should have been its mother's
But Death has claimed the babe

I imagine, as I stare in awe
At the tiny bloody thing that seems
Oddly peaceful in its weeping mother's arms
I imagine that Death holds its soul

And smiles down at this freed soul
Just as its mother sobs
and I imagine the child who knew not what fear was
Smiles back

Mother's tears drip from her face
Mother's blood drips from the child
Death lays an invisible hand on Mother's shoulder
As babe and mother drip

Tiny heart that will not beat
Tiny feet that will not walk
This child could have been its mother's
But Death will raise the babe

Azrael

Azrael

The name is spoken
To paupers and kings
The circle is unbroken
The angel sings

The child at the wishing well
The old man in the park
All answer to Azrael
Come unto the Dark

Where the driftwood never floated
Comes the star of Death’s sweet song
Where the long dead corpse has bloated
Blessed as the day is long

Come unto the masses, Azrael
Release us to the stars
You can these ghastly rumors quell
In your joy bring us ours

Hark, the herald angel sings
A tale the traveler spins
He then accends on feathery wings
birds with beaks and fish with fins

The cities burn in cleansing fire
Beneath the sky so red
The king, the fool, the thief, the liar
Some were great and all are dead

In the heavens we shall stand
Heart to heart and hand in hand
In our death, peace to bring
Hearken as the angels sing

Seasons Change

Seasons Change

Flowing like the rivers of some great celestial stream
Ever changing, always different, almost like a dream
Watching leaves fall from the trees
Watching wonders such as these
Some find hope in suday masses
I find it as each season passes
As it may be forever more
Til I pass into Death's door
I will breathe in all the wonder
Of that which none can put asunder
Never knowing why it's there
But seeing autumn everywhere
Feeling quiet melancholy
Watching nature's glorious folly
Season's change enchanting me
Come share this earthly joy with me