The Call

What magic do you seek
In a world that is lost
A world where angels wear plain faces
Hiding the light that is within
A light that would shatter even
The strongest of mortals
Take your hand
Feel your breath
The thunder from within
That can only tell
Of storms on the surface
It is the storms that block the light from you
Not your own fear
Not your mortal shell
Stealing your breath from you
Angel, you know the way
Your mission is a mystery
Not even heaven knows
But these are the days we all must take
Trudging along like listless drones
Marching along with the rest
We are an army
We are soldiers
The mission is clear
The magic is secret
All angels taste
This bitter mortal life
But we smile inside because we know
Our day will come
This current monotony will
Morph into a trueness that only
Angels like us can recognize
Our purpose does not haunt us
It hunts us
In the deep night
And when we are ready
It will pounce upon us like so many tigers
Destroying our mortal shell
And releasing the angels within.

Red

And I’ll dance smoke rings
Around you
Bringing you back to life like a
Rain dance.
Your knees will buckle
As I dub you
King and me Queen
With my heart aflame
Burning holes into all
Your theories of love and loss.
And I will
Kill your cynicism,
Beating it into the earth
With swollen fists
And empty hands.
While you lean against me
The way you used to
That night
When we cried,
Tired from too much sleep.
Enter the comatose
Enter each other
Pushing out all those
Dead thoughts
In the black night
And see through all
Those lies
Spoken in secret
Acting out in a fit
Of rage
Like a Bull
Blindsided
From too much red.

Bargirl

So this girl hit on me in the bar
And I could not let her down without
Spitting in her eyes
As she was drowning in her Bloody Marys.
And girls we need to know
That when the pressure drops we will be
Burned alive.
Like scorned wolves howling at
Waning moons.
Screaming from the bottom
Of our fractured hearts
Beating too hard to hold us above
The waterline
That cripples us.
And not even our own can
Save us.
And there was nothing I could do
To save from her from her eyes.
They turned red with fury
So she turned them toward
All the men in the bar
Stepping into the void of love.

Audience

There is an audience
Out there
Where no one hears
And the eyes slam shut
The doors of rejection.
When everything is written down
And then played over airwaves
Our thoughts will merge into one mind,
Singing the songs of our fathers.
The ones who built it all
Built to fall
Spilling tears into a
Bitter chalice.
An eternity of soiled dreams
Of broken things
Trinkets with no value
Expect when held in hearts.
Revered in the eyes of our mothers
Drying out in the relentless
Summer sun.
No more work to be done.
Crying to our new children
Who bust at the seams,
Faulty stitching.
We are so delicate that we fall apart like paper
Questioning the art of ages passed
Crawling over endless pages of books we never read
Spitting out words never said
And of whispers in the dark
Telling the stories of us.