"In Bright Eyes"
In bright eyes, her smoldering fire craves
For the icy touch of death
And begs for admittance to the watery graves
That seethe with Poseidon on their breath.
In bright eyes, her selfish thought appears
To smother out her sun,
But laughs cannot force away the fears
That cowardice has won.
In bright eyes, a liar entreats the crowd
To listen to her pleas,
But they ignore her while standing proud
And mingling with the fleas.
In bright eyes, her soul finally dies
And joins the common norm,
Which embraces her with superfluous lies
That mold her fallen form.
"The Scarlet Blind"
Scarlet and crimson streamers adorn the halls
And distracts their naive eyes from the details
Traced on the obsidian walls.
Emerald cobblestones conceal the earthen floor
And they dance upon it with youthful splendor
That takes them to the pearly door.
White curtains with an invisible insignia
Flutter around their swaying bodies,
Manipulating them to join their dogma.
Yet the crimson again appears behind,
Glowing at them with strange eyes,
With dark smiles that makes them blind.
And sapphire is entrancing,
And closer they are dancing,
With golden thoughts of romancing,
Until they fall.
"A Black Shift Cult"
How is it (I wonder) in the world
Where there is a yellowy-orange sun
and a Cotton candy flavored lollipop blue sky?
It must be better than the dark corners of the cave
I crawled out of to meet you.
And then you told me to evolve
but, haven’t I already?
I can tell you are disgusted with me
I don’t know why, for I try to be like you.
Sophisticated and gleaming with higher culture.
Your own cotton candy blue eyes tell me everything.
Your beautiful hair could be spun into gold
and the world would be wealthy, but you hoard it.
So maybe I understand why you despise
a selfless cave creature such as me, hiding my hideousness
beneath a black shift so as not to be burned
by your intoxicatingly bright world.
The shading goggles I strap onto my eyes are barely
enough to keep them from bursting into flame.
It quite saddens me that we cannot
join worlds for the insensitivity of you and the others.
I’m not asking you to become me
for that is quite impossible.
You are a child of the sun and I of the night.
I just want us to coexist and to learn
from each other what we could learn no where else.
But you tilt that pert nose in the stifling air
and proudly display your ignorance on a pedestal.
I’m sorry you ignore me, but not that I tried
for I will keep trying to plant that seed of
tolerance in a shuttered mind.
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