There are so many places
Wanderlust takes me
And every one
Brings out
Another
Me
Wanderlust takes me
And every one
Brings out
Another
Me
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Breathing Fire
If I could build a castle
Post sent’nels breathing fire
Would you wear glass slippers
And deign to call me sire?
Post sent’nels breathing fire
Would you wear glass slippers
And deign to call me sire?
If we could live a fairy tale
With spells, I would acquire
For you the gold that glitters
Our true love would inspire
Words come
Words come
Through sources unbidden
Through sources unbidden
Not intended
For me alone
I write them
Or not
As grains of sand
We drift through time
As grains of sand
Jostled by ripples
Upon dunes unseen
As grains of sand
Jostled by ripples
Upon dunes unseen
Now we are five
Five
We were six
Now we are five
I just need something…
Something to focus on
Something other than what was
Steampunk Penmanship
Letters flow from nibs
With sleek lines and sharp angles
Riveted and welded together
In a haphazard harmony of spare parts
Constructing the machinery of meaning
With sleek lines and sharp angles
Riveted and welded together
In a haphazard harmony of spare parts
Constructing the machinery of meaning
On the outside, looking in
Sometimes I feel left out,
On the outside, looking in.
On the outside, looking in.
It’s not because I’ve been put there.
Outside is a place I have chosen.
And yet, I peer inside,
Longing to be in there.
I linger in places of power
I linger
In places of power
In places of power
Quell my ego
Quell my mind
They both fear
Whatever is greater than they
Be made of iron
Steel
Be made of steel
Be made of steel
Or iron
Yes, even better
Be made of iron
Iron ages
Rusts
Like the lines etched
In an old man’s face
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