Beautiful time

Sand so thick,
It could not fall from your fingers.
Sand so smooth,
Frictionless of time.
Each grain unique and glorious.
Whatever could I do with it if mine?

So Starstruck in,
So wonderlust
So Unknown Known dreams.
That time was beautiful and I touched him once.
That I floated on what seemed...
To be delusion of shared attraction.
To be wanting what I could not have.
Two magnets pulling closer...
When North and South find that they are illusions...
Whose hand will I hold and boast?
I could never have been the Sandman,
Thought I'd like to touch him the most.
I'd like to touch him with fingertips pure light...
Reached inside and start his heart....
Get the Sandman and The Hourglass,
Are forever far apart.
What beauty is there in his dreams?
The Sandman does he sleep to?
Does he dream of little girls...
Too scared to tell the truth?
Does he take them by the hand to sleep
Out the window into the night
Does it take them to the land of nod
For he is King and God out right.
Or does he pass pass each free window
Leaving trails of dust behind
Not knowing their names or faces
Not seeing them as their own kind...
He would never have seen her
So dark and drab and dim
Her dreams were not even dances
To dress up and invite in
The dreams were just nightmares
And the day will someday come
When she wakes without the sand dust
And Wanderlust has begun.

Worth its weight

Come lay now at my feet.
Are you tired child?
I can give you the rest you seek.
Come bring the knife,
Lay it in slow to my skin.
Light up my finger to my elbow.
Light up my elbow to my eye.
Take from me all that keeps me inside,
And pay for your sin in my pound of Flesh.

Come toss me to the pit.
Was I ever even here?
I was only ever what you desired me to be...
No Soul of my own...
No color you did not paint.
No ability to be me because me was not.
Use me me because I'm broken,
Break me because I cannot be fixed.
Beat my with love...
Tell me I'm beautiful
As you cover me in filth.

And I stand,
And I take
Because I am not.
I do not matter.
I am not made of anything but cobwebs and shadows.
So use me,
Because I am useless.
I do not deserve the quiet.
The screaming is all I can hear.

Am i dreaming?

Here I am,
Am I?
For all I have been...
For all I could be ,
For all I was never...
Do thee love me?
I think I see...
Little girl,
So scared
So cold.
Little girl,
You grow so old.
Your fingers tire,
Your mind grows meek,
Your as worthless as
A winter's heat.
Your ugly skin,
Your tired eyes,
Seen to much,
Your own demise.
How could they ever?
You break his heart.
How could they ever?
He tears you apart.
How could you ever,
Think you were free?
Are you even away
Or is it all just a dream?

Scarlet and azure

Rose dropped love comes from thorn borne kisses.
And blue whispers cone cold on skin.
Shape up, burn down, and restart.
The yellow man has come and left, where were you brother?

To shackled in freedom?
To free to reform?

I said see to the blind and they had vision.
I said see to the seeing but not one could see them self.
I commanded in force, SEE.
BUT....
WAITING...
They never saw, not one.

Cards, and ash. Blood, and knife. I lead you here to the wings of your own goddess but you could not hold.

Hold in your fear.

Fear is the killer in the night who delights in your in pain.

Roses died in blue, blood running read. Scarlet and Azul your alone in your bed.

The unseelie knight ii

He came, quick, crashing on me.
Sliding out and in, with such force... He knew
It was time to leave...

And thought that I, I was going to be saved...
But he came had his way and disappointing, never showed his face again. Not even a friend.

And now here I stand. A Clif. And a hand. I am stronger than him. And I need no more judgment, what I do in my body, is not of his right.  How I live in my mind, it's not his fight. He was a shadow of a dream, and nothing more.

The unseelie Knight, never fought with a sword.

I was him once in my mind in a place. We shared a moment but it was not at the same time and place. And so now forgotten the cold of the floor.

And no more remember why I called him for more. Forever this door now shut. He was my gutter, and the deep of my rut.

And now I dance, and sing and are free not for him saving, but because I am me.

Dream me a fever

Come now Sandmann...
Over my skin wash a hot flame.
Be muse where broken,
Be words unspoken.
a dream.
A sadness in the light of your eye, Sandmann...
And so the time slips,
In and out and in-between.
Time unseen.
Unseen. Un SEE ... me.
Unsee my body,
Unsee my mind,
Unruly, unseelie, renamed king.
Re won the winter court.
Cast out the Knight.
Cast out sin.
Find no judgment in this rite.
Sandmann...
This is not love. This is worship.
And I need it.
I need to be weak.
I need to be played. Played with.
Sandmann. Keeper of the clock,
Wispher now, knock knock...
Come in and come on,
Take me away for one dream,
Take me to morphious.
Take me from the incubus.
And I will give you in the time of my worship,
All me.
Every last drop of my unending passions.
Every thought of my mind,
Every desire broken down to you,
The king of winter.
Sandmann, the night is cold,
But my skin burns like flame.
Take from me my warm, my breath.
Take from me anything to consume.

Come soon Sandmann before I catch flame.
Sooth me in your cool
And I shall in your court be free, even if for the moment.