Clockwork Angels

Clockwork angels
Heads of glass
Wings of brass
Hang flightless in the air
Hourglass is turned
They shift in measured stride
Blinking slumber from their workings
Their bodies stuffed with gears
That wound fill their bodies with life
And now they dance

The Creature

In the winter of the night

In solitary stands

a creature of earth and sky

Whose reach exceeds its grasp

In fires light that pierce the night

Heralds a day of atonement

When all is clay once more

The sea sinks deep in rock

The end will near

The Creature bows its head in silence

Poet Meshugeh

Hear the noise
The children playing
The honk the screeching
Birds chirping, laughter
Poet sits in wasted room
With sea of paper looming tall
Ink splats soaking
The sunlight moving on
Poet sulks moodily
Draining his thoughts with pen
Wind thru open window sweeps
The sea becomes a fury
Circling the poet viciously
Cunning quick cutting deep
Poet sits
In ruin waste

Wings

One wing of paper
The other of feathers
Flap one and you shall rise
Flap the other and you shall burn

Arbre

Winding twisting tearing growing

Ever life 

The slow staggering pace

Shaping time differently

Knotting wrapping binding growing

Outward creeping slowly

The Storm

A raging storm beneath the surface lays.
All tangled in its dreary mess,
Grasping at the shore.
Burrowing in as a worm does an apple.
Screeching and howling at the cliffs.
Cutting deep gashes in its face.
Bombarding cliffs with hash attacks.
Careening at the shore with malicious intent.
Gauging out its mark without remorse.
Flinging its self upon the shore 
With a child’s raging temper.
Griping the shore, dragging its self upon the rocks.
Moving with a crash that could shatter glass.
Momentous flowing force hurtling towards the shore.
Then Nothing

The High Priestess

In the night she reigns
With the crest of the moon at her feet
The stars at her head
Divide of worlds she sits
Within her Knowledge lays secrets of
Mysteries yet untold that lay upon her tongue.
Wisdom of judgment
To the fool to be wise
Scrolls arcane she does sustain
Boaz  Jachin