Throne
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When you look into her eyes
Trying to find whatever lies
Behind those dark stares,
Under that cold skin of hers,
Beneath the crown she had worn,
All you can do is fantasize:
What would it be like,
God will only find you in death,
Your life won't matter to him.
The help that you expect
Is shortcoming with every breath.
I had a dream nothing mattered,
Time just plays with us
You cleaved me open
And left my sun-bleached ribs
Scattered
Across the shores of our youth.
There, by the sea,
I gathered sea glass with which to build my home –
She sits upon her broken throne,
Crying out “is it worth it anymore?”
The pain of life tearing her apart
Sometimes being alive breaks her heart
A predetermined gathering
One in heaven, the other earth
Many voices answering
Great noises call forth
He is there in both places
Humpty Dumpty
was never an egg
Humpty Dumpty
made people beg
Humpty Dumpty
sat on the throne
Humpty Dumpty
had never atoned
All the starved horses
and all the starved men
"Stretched across me was a spark of lightening,
One touch that tore me to pieces.
What was it,
I did,
for him to derail my mind
across these broken eyelids.
I gave it my all,
Let me tell you a story, Fantastic as can be,
It's about a perfect man, He who died on a tree.
It was not a hanging, that's far from true,
It's called a crucifixion, and He died for me and you.
Death, is a jealous fellow
he has no age, grace, nor liking
it considers not woe, nor sorrow
he displays a complete arbitrary arrival
he does not consider survival
and lingers with denial
The river embraced its one true form
To travel its depths through hail and storm.
Through the village and through the town
Through the kingdom that once was crowned.
