The Watcher

The Wind grew eyes and raised its head
Looked out upon the world and said
"Darkness falls and the earth burns red
I must keep watch lest good fall dead."
The Sun from near eternal rest
Awoke and on her rising crest
Heard the Starlight try her best
But blackness creep forth from the west.
As Trees grew tall, arose and stretched
They found that truths that once were etched
Were gone but for a piteous Wretch
The watching Wind had gone to fetch.
The Earth was blind, her People deaf
The Moon was mute, and all 'twas left
Were faded hopes of things bereft
Of substance back when minds were deft.
So Nature cried and Nature wept
And Wind died down, no longer swept
Hither and thus, not so adept
For on his watch, in Death had crept.
But Wretch stepped forth and claimed Wind's eyes
Claimed Wind's tongue, awaited Sun's rise
Then gave to her vast, endless skies
A voice, a vision, strong and wise
That she might see now where she would
That she might speak now what she should
That she might break from darkness' hood
A sleepless vigil o'er the good.

S

Addiction's costs have crippled me
As failure takes its tripled fee
That I may look, but never see
The path that lies in front of me
That I may roam, forever free
Always without a place to be
That I may have all that I need
And never want a single thing
Save for my tattered dignity
Yet that is stripped away.
Feel everything come creeping in
Seeping in, steeping sin
The kettle whistle wearing thin
From time before I don't know when
The ringing writhes under my skin
Doubt established deep within
Keeps me lost ere I begin
Blind even in the day.
Pride has wrestled angels down
My shoulders now bereft of sound
The only voices that I hear
Are my addictions drawing near
Seductive whispers in my ear,
Bed me one last time my dear
The deadly game goes ever round.

R

I met a girl
I saw a future
Turns out love
Requires sutures
Good insurance
And cash.
The love burned hot
Then turned to ash
Dreams were spent
To buy a match
To burn the whole thing down.
I don't remember who poured gas
On the spark between our eyes
But lust burned out and turned to lies
Then matches, gas and lawyers fees
They say the best things are free
But it's cheaper still to drink.

Q

God of empty spaces
Light my way
Lord of foreign faces 
Be my day
Keeper of the darkness
Be my light
Star of ev'ry morning
Hold me tight
God of broken dreams
Make me whole
Lord of busted seams
Clothe my soul
In hues of breaking waves
Oh King of empty graves
Fire of heat and Ice of cold
Take Captain of my reckless soul.
Prince of peace
Oh help me find
Ev'ry piece 
I've left behind
God of winter
Keep me warm
God of chaos
Lord of storm
Eyes as bright as burning coals
Take Captain of my restless soul.
King of wonder
God of might
Oh ever burning
Lord of light
I'm a masochistic, feckless soul
Knowing not, what I don't know
Take Captain, King, of where I go.

P

In eloquent verse
Humankind tamed a curse
From ash made a flower
And so final hours
Should reek of its ghastly perfume
So we thought
We were wrong, 'twas our doom
We believed that a tomb
Could be morphed to something less crass
And in houses of glass
Night began to throw stones.
So we stood in the bones
And renamed them as if they were pretty
Come sonnet, come doggerel ditty
We wipe our brow and beat our chest
Proclaiming we do not fear death
Yes, we claim there's no fear of the dark
But our celebrations lack heart
For beneath our illusion
There's no real confusion
Dark is dark, night is night
There's no such thing as a glorious fight
There are no safe paths to inclusion
Our glamour, delusion
There is no grandeur in death.