Iron Maiden

I stand before my judges
Watching the shadows
Playing at their feet

I am expendable now
An obligation of time
Residing in this court

How did I loose my footing
Falling so far from grace
Used and completed

I let go of the strings as asked
And weeped behind
Closed doors

My gifts were misfiled
And misconstrued
Our lenses have different views

I wear the Iron Maiden
Residing in this molded form
Clawing at its false representation

I felt its piercing pain
As it slammed shut
I bled as I became new

Waiting for the Moon

Put the empty days that rattle in their shells

In a place that is deep as any well

When the heart looks for the task

Ask the question, how long will this last

Fill it with tinkering and what-knots for display

Longing for the grassy field where I use to play

Castle clouds would fill the afternoon

Dreaming of tomorrow, waiting for the moon

Gazing at the variation of this moment of mine

Looking for the memory that stirs the grasses of time

Alone I laid in the field of sweet disguise

Wanting not the discovery of another's eyes

Choice has led me to the warmth of this room

Night has fallen and I still wait for the moon

Where is the heartbeat that promises to stay

Enfolded in the present, no entitlement today

But still I surrender to the castle in the sky

Pulled by the chatter of my mind's eye

Believing in the daydream of childhood's bliss

Conjuring up magic for what could be missed

Raven

The Steam on the Mirrors

The foolishness of actions waits for the light of day

And begs us to hear the voices of our own decay

Words sent by thoughts that spin off our lips

Blaming our regret on others, in between sips

Easily shifting the sands of our lives

To blind us from seeing our own true lies

Our words sent like angry boomerangs spin off

Only to return, and their landings are never soft

The steam on the mirrors we use each day

Soon come to an end and crumble away

In the broken pieces left on the floor

Is the answer that hurts to the core

We ask for the response we don't want to hear

So we shift the fault to someone so dear

When enough has been said and you can't feel anymore

You walk away blind, broken and sore

You live in the numbness of what hasn't been said

Picking up the pieces as if you were dead

How far will you walk if the shoes don't fit

Throwing away the candle before it is lit

Breathing in the truth of your life and its lore

Answering questions you have denied before

Seeing with integrity that which you find

Healing the anger that made you so blind

Raven