With Bare Feet

Handcuffs too tight, I’m marched

Down bare streets

With bare feet

I used to love you

You know, you made

Me feel complete

You were everything

To me, but now I hate you

I hate you, I hate

Everything about you

If I could run any faster

Away, I would, but these

Cuffs are too tight. The

Memory of you holds me

Still, but time drags me along

March, it says. March.

Assault

so that’s what they call it

when he touches you

even though you said no

even though you didn’t want to

there’s a word for it, small

but it leaves a big impression

but i am no a victim

i will not be made a ‘victim’

i am strong, it doesn’t bother me

and i don’t want to complain

or cause trouble it’s not like i’m

pregnant

or anything

i just want to forget

maybe if i forget it will be like

it never happened

if i don’t say anything

if i keep quiet

no one will know

so sssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

i didn’t hear anything

did you?

Getaway Car

Sirens blare as rubber burns

My tires skid as I take the turn

They’re chasing me, shouting “STOP!”

But I’ve got no time for crooked cops

I’ve done nothing wrong that I can see

And it’s not my fault I should be free

And so I run, and watch them fail

As they chase after me, to no avail

Their lights are blaring too far behind

I’ll always be the one they couldn’t find

Toxic

Like poison, you drip down the sides of my cup

An odourless, tasteless, incapacitating drug

I love the way you make me feel, a no-good renegade

If I can have your loveless high, then why would I behave?

You seep into my deepest veins and travel to my heart

From there you infect every cell and rip me right apart

A single drop’s enough to kill, but I reach for you, all the same

Call me weak, addicted, a fool, but, if love’s crazy, I’m insane

Personal Hell

The bells rang out as the music swelled

Welcome, they sang, to your Personal Hell

I never knew that they sang as a matter of course

I was overjoyed to be here. I’d screamed myself hoarse.

But the demons emerge when you’re the least on edge

And leave you defenceless. With no proof, you allege

The crimes they commit, but they just laugh at you,

Saying you should have known what you’d gotten into

And it was my dream, once, and a lovely dream, too

I can still hear them ringing, even though I don’t want to

They sing in the dark, when nothing’s going well

Welcome, the bells sing, to your Personal Hell

The Light of Hell

She wears light and dark equally well

The light of Heaven, and the keys to Hell

A lovely smile, and a blackened soul

How many she’s sentenced, no one knows

She’s friends with the souls who wander still

Through Earth unseen, seeking their fill

Of lives unlived, of sights unseen

And travelling to places where they’ve never been

But when they slip, she’s there to fight

And banishes them off to the blackest night

No vile ghosts roam while she’s on guard

And her vigil keeps us here from harm

In her gentle way, she’s a guardian standing

Heaven’s left hand, an angel upstanding

Rhapsody in Gold

No matter the places my feet may go

I spend my whole life looking for gold

And striving forever for higher heights

Setting my cap where I set my sights

After climbing a hill, a mountain appears

And I’ll climb it, too, wasting countless years

Pursuing new goals just a bit out of reach

I’ve nothing to show for it, and even less to teach

But there’s a thrill you get when you’re in pursuit

Of an elusive goal. Yes, while you’re en route,

You’re caught in the chase, and you feel so alive

Nothing is worse than ending the ride

So maybe it’s not about reaching your goals

But riding to them, watching life as it rolls,

And, maybe, one day, I might enjoy the ride

But for now I’ll lean forward, awaiting each high

Never Find Rest

I run with a knife clutched tight in my fist

Who would have thought that I’d end up like this?

Helpless, alone, with nowhere to run

Well, that’s what they think, but the fight’s just begun

Life almost killed me, left me hanging by threads

But I pulled myself out, and turned crazy, instead

And now I’ve returned for long-awaited revenge

I’ve a score to settle, and friends to avenge

Life was quite comfy, in his fireside chair

When I crept on all fours to his underground lair

But as I approached, Life awoke, and I cursed

Leave it to my luck to turn things for the worst

Life didn’t seem surprised, no, not in the least

When I showed him my knife, and lunged at the beast

He merely dodged the attack, and said with a smile

“I thought that you’d come. I’ve been waiting a while.”

I snarled at this sentiment, baring my teeth

But my outburst only seemed to make Life looked relieved

“I’m glad that you’re here, now,” he said, smiling still.

“I was starting to wonder if you’d lost your will.”

NEVER! I screamed. The knife sliced through the air

NEVER! And my veins pulsed with liquid despair

For Life grabbed my wrist, and I dropped my knife

Leaving him to retrieve it, that vile, vicious Life!

How dare he! Give it back, I told him, but he

Only laughed, only smiled, at my “quaint naivety”

“Do you think Life is conquered so easily, my dear?

So many dream it’s so easy! But it isn’t, I fear.”

But I was not afraid, as Life approached, knife in hand

There were some things I knew Life would never understand

Like how you can hate so much that you kill

Or how you can die, but somehow smile still

And, as Life killed me, with the dagger I’d brought,

I died a little happy, with my grizzly thoughts,

Because I would never know what happened after my death,

But Life would go on living. He would never find rest.

Lead Turned to Gold

Like a thunderbolt they came, the feelings of old

Returning with a vengeance, lead turned to gold

Feelings I’d forgotten until they re-bloomed

They grew stronger and stronger, and I was consumed

And sometimes I think it’s too heavy to bear

Why am I doing this? It doesn’t seem fair

That I should sweat buckets over one little word

It’s irrational, illogical, altogether absurd!

But the heart knows no reason when the head’s in a tizzy

So I shelf my feelings, and try to keep busy

It’s a minor distraction, a temporary escape,

Disguising reality with a bit of duct tape

And though I might cry rivers when it’s over, for now,

I’ll stay calm and composed (or, at least, I’ll try to figure out how)

The Stock of Legends

She is the light in the darkest of days

Her wings habour those seeking shelter from rain

She bears the strength of a thousand men

She could flatten mountains, then build them again

She walks with the grace of a flock of swans

Holy is the ground which she treads upon

She dances with angels, and loves everyone

Hers is a legacy to be never outdone

Her voice is an echo sent straight from God

She walks without fear, though her path’s one few have trod

She is braver than a king marching steadily to war

For she sings with the birds and, in their skies, soars

She’s the stock of legends, the same stuff as stars

Only made more lovely by each battle scar

A person to be loved and cherished beyond all others

You know who I speak of — who else, but a mother!