Take a little time gonna roll the dice
Taken for a ride, any normal life will do, too.
Find another way, try to break the ice
Every day and night, the banana peels were true, true.
-Blue Beard
In our days we will live
Like our ghosts will live
Pitching glass at the cornfield crows
And folding clothes
Like stubborn boys across the road
We’ll keep everything
Grandma’s gun, and the black bear claw
That took her dog
And when sister Laurie says “Amen,”
We won’t hear anything
The ten-car train will take that word
That fledgling bird
And the falling house across the way
It’ll keep everything
The baby’s breath, our bravery wasted
And our shame
And we’ll undress beside the ashes of the fire
Both our tender bellies wound in bailing wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its Resurrection Fern
In our days we will say
What our ghosts will say
We gave the world what it saw fit
And what’d we get?
Like stubborn boys with big green eyes
We’ll see everything
In the timid shade of the autumn leaves
And the buzzard’s wing
And we’ll undress beside the ashes of the fire
Our tender bellies all wound around in bailing wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its Resurrection Fern.
-Resurrection Fern
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
-Lady Liberty
Hear my earnest prayer, this honest supplication.
Into the abyss did he cast me, this hellish abomination.
I scream, I cry, I plea, seeking the utmost revelation.
And refuge grant thee me, from ghoulish red salvation.
I ponder when I shouldn’t, and I’m wonder-less when it’s time,
To answer others’ questions with a sharp, yet distant mind.
From faded, shaded outcrops, I do monitor from afar,
The world outside abounding, with no thought to speak thereof.
None shall sleep! None shall sleep!
Even you, O Princess, in your cold bedroom,
Watch the stars…that tremble with love and with hope!
But my secret is hidden within me;
None will know my name! No, no!
On your mouth I will say it when the light shines!
And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine!
No one will know his name…and we will have to, alas, die, die!
Vanish, o night! Set, stars! Set, stars!
At dawn, I will win! I will win! I will win!
-Nessun Dorma, Turandot, Giacomo Puccini
If I take the wings of the morning,
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Even there shall thy hand lead me,
And they right hand shall hold me.
If I say, surely the darkness shall cover me,
Even the night shall be light about me.
Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee,
But the night shineth as the day….
-Psalm 139
Foolish rogues wander streets alone,
Leaving trails of despair laden in snow.
If true love is finding your soul’s counterpoint in another,
What happens if that other is a thousand miles apart?
Behind hooded eyes wrestle restless lies,
Within the dauntless cavern of a haunted mind.
