A whisper
Hatred...made by man.
Supported by woman.
‘Silent Supporters’
Holding the manifesto of the man, who exploits other men.
Powerful men, pacify women because 'she will crave him'.
Even in the congregation.
A prophesy; now sharing in his mistakes, or even his evil.
May 1 never be.. one of these
Standing with tape over my lips.
© Rosie
Static
Fear, regret, loathing, sadness
Like static on our station of life
Leave us exhausted in madness
Wearing thin our nerves in strife
We believe in what we could have been
Ashamed and lost in an uncommitted sin
We forget our value and turn away
From those that love us everyday
Stroll down Manhattan and between every blink
Is an array of suicidal corporate slaves on the brink
Down to the sunset strip, billboard blondes singing the blues
Teasing a crowd of big panthers with nothing to gain and all to lose
They all think they'll live the dream
With that last dance or last scheme
But in the end the illusion wins
Another soul spotted with sins
I knew a woman that gave it away
(But not the way you'd think today)
She gave to the poor, the weak and young
And never thought of herself before anyone
And you'd think she was sad because no one she helped was grateful
She was happy because she was true to herself and always stayed faithful
The ones that should fear the most are the ones that only think of saving their skin
They look behind their shoulder worrying about a bruise or scrape they might get again
Not to say you should live life in a hurry
Or never think about yourself or worry
But God says live unselfishly and think what you can give not lose
And live with others that do the same; be careful who you choose
There's too much static that could ruin the most beautiful song
If you listen to it you won't hear the melody or words before long
Hypnotized by a stream of static on the black screen
You'll join the masses in an early grave
Fixed on the lines as if there's something they mean
Don't let static take you as his new slave
Broken Glass
A sea of people
Disconnected
Admiring each other afar like pieces of glass
Glittering but broken
Marring each other with each brush
There's unity in devotion
But the faithless only want the faithful
One ballerina dancing in the sea of frenzy
A swaying speck on the planet
But a hooded bearded stranger smiled
His teeth poised for her skin
He left a shard of his window in her
Her skin healed the wound
But I see his reflection when she dances
To the strings on the instrument of regret
A sacrifice song
Celebrating her insignificance
And yet she dances again
Looking at the next hands as if they'd fix the world
And the next eyes as if she was the only one that mattered on it
M o o n U p r i s i n g
Golden moon above, uprising
Illuminating and disguising
The warm stream still hot from sun
A stallion bounds from the shots of a gun
His riders hair rushing in the wind
Leading along a narrow desert bend
Still on the path their silhouettes span
Ink black mane and a bare back man
Dropping off the beast that he ties to the trees
The rider swiftly embarks and barefoot he flees
He creeps about glancing thru the cabins pane
At a pale skin woman with hair like a ruby flame
Fragile & pink; his foreign eyes fall in trance
On her translucent bosom he steals a glance
As she turns to see his face, she shudders her flowery lips
But quick to her dresser drawer; a pistol she equips
He stares blankly at the seized black barrel
and her porcelain fingers that shake in peril But he grins meekly and backs away
His shadow blending into the gray
Red moon above, uprising
War weapons galvanizing
Muskets booming in the dark
And savage flaming arrows spark
In the distance she hears them brawl
Her body turned in distrust to the wall
She closes her lilting lids until slowly she slumbered
Then brashly she's awoken gasping and encumbered
Tied to her bed post she stares up as he faces
Fear and conviction on her brows he traces
They intently look at each other for insight
No dialogue do they share this empty night
He takes the pistol from her drawer, motioning her to see
A gaping hole in his chest, blood gushing like a plea
Throwing the pistol out the pane, he looks into her eyes
He unties her hand to touch his wound and gently he cries
Empathy is in her stare as she strokes his long black tresses
She tended over him that night, while in her bed he convalesces
Fever at his forehead, she dabbed a cool cloth at his chest
And she prayed for gods mercy on his soul as he rest
Loyal to this brown skin man, she earnestly remained
Just as with her white groom, his memory engrained
With prayers and hopes his health steadily regained
Blue moon in the sky sparkling & rising
Below are a pair of shadows harmonizing
The beat of his drum resounding
The feeling of her heart pounding
She's swirling round the embers
Of a fire of chopped up timbers
A chant of love is at his lips
A dance of love is at her hips
A marriage round a fire aglow
Moonlight wolves howling hello
This unsanctioned union; made in a secret place
Celebrating this wild warrior and his beautiful new Grace
Writhing on the desert floor in a spiritual embrace
Purple moon and silver stars all arose
While a mother and her suckling doze
Little cabin waiting in the summer night
For the warrior returning from his fight
Dark skinned father thru the window came
Put his arms around his babe and dame
And hushed his cooing son by name
Stallion stomping under the solemn tree
Waiting for morning light to be set free . . .
T o u c h e d
Touch has a memory consoles the poet of old
But what if your lovers touch has grown cold?
It's no comfort to recall both night and day
How the ghost of his hands upon you'd lay
Layers of decades slowly they've shed
But memories lie dormant in your head
Images parading your befallen mind
Fingers that gingerly traced you behind
Ode to when you surrendered your soft skin
It seems you can never be untouched again
A sacrifice you've delivered to he who had vice
Giving all innocence to his whispered entice
Touch has a memory and it won't ever leave
You wear it forever like a heart on your sleeve
Never to retrieve, the touch you bereave
Impulsive
Progeny formed from stardust and dreams
We are wanderers lost in hopeful schemes
Nothing fires and fulfills us as much
As a strangers smile, humor or touch
Adrenaline, pheromones and dopamine
We are fumbling for belonging unseen
Depression distorting our crystal lens
Death like a prism captures us and wins
Art breaths meaning into our starved souls
We exhale hunger for passion in life's lulls
We are small bait to the hollow earth
Subtly changed by time and birth
Vanishing in our own reflection
Exiled by our own perception
Cheated by our own deception
Wanting a lovers undying affection
Wishing for a death and a resurrection
Static Moon
By the static moon, the static moon
Where vapors hang in dismal June
Where I wandered a day
In haphazard way
Came across cinders charred
And elms burned to gray
And that fervid moon
Led me in aghast so soon
That static moon
Is where the ashen soul lay
This visage supernal, darkened and lustered
Under crescent moon, eyes opened and flustered
Queen of the gaunt, the ruins of trust
Clothed the murky moon in celestial dust
A final goodbye to all her fame
Her heart she lets rust
From weeping and shame
Queen of order, staunch in test
Slaved for love in cold unrest
A sight so morose dangling so garish
She'll never awake her soul will perish
Please static moon, oh static moon
You're not just a shape in dismal June
O static moon so far up above
A fatal shape to the one without love
©2011
Emperor of the Melody of Night
*
Behold the eclipse in his palms
The glorious night he becalms
Entreating the dusk with a splendid decree
Binding each mortal to his imperial melody
*
His creeping song sways through the sulking elms
Entrancing each earthling soul for whom it overwhelms
*
This monstrous emperor of all harmony
Makes all tuneless souls breathe in symmetry
*
There is no crevice in his voice of light
For this man is master of the eerie night
The lyrics on his broken lips kiss the twisted breeze
The ravens wings reflect his eyes and darkly stare & seize
*
His hands clasp the fading stars, fingers tipped in black
Midnight cloak around his shoulders lay across his diamond back
*
His love forbidding beauty twinkles in his bloodshot searching eyes
He could break up lovers on land with the splash of emerald envy skies
*
He's powerful and firm so resolute in his domain
Yet the strength of this monster hid much angst and pain
*
He sings to us in the broken hours of our slumbers
Gives us doubts and fills our hearts with fears and blunders
Don't let him make you turn your heart away in flight !
Don't listen to the song of the emperor of the melody of night . . .
*
©2014
Mixed Signals
You talked to me and wanted to know
What made me live and laugh and glow
You touched my hand and simply said
That life without me would be dead
You watched me and with your stare
Your eyes were full of gentle care
So why did you stop and not reply?
Didn't even make a simple try?
You left me on the phone in tears
And with it took my love for years