Forever Darling

I will love you Forever, Darling
Darling, yes; Darling, no
But ne'er a Darling three
Amy's getting high
And Midge is tempting death
Jada's bleeding on the floor
Unable to clean her mess
Jada the wise, they say
Though they wouldn't if they knew
How her blood soaked the room
Amy is in fantasy,
seeing through rosy glasses
Midge drinks the blood of night
before she turns to ashes
And Jada, poor Jada,
Forgotten by her Darlings two
winks out her candle and has found
A peace that is Forever Darling true

Drowning

Can't get the concrete off my feet
Falling to where the fishes sleep
The whirlpool is pulling me in
Flailing about; I can barely swim
But even when offered a helping hand
I shrink from the slightest touch of man

La Source de Bonheur

I can’t stop smiling

Playful little smiles tug at the corners of my mouth

Grins from ear to ear threaten to break my face

Secret smiles that only a few see delight my heart

And I do have a secret

My smiles are not painted on

They come from a well that has appeared in me

A bottomless well of happiness

This new spring gushed forth and flooded me

As if it had been blocked

Perhaps it was, for a time

Perhaps, like Mannon, I needed retribution

So I blocked off my happiness

Until such a time that justice was served

And now that it has, and with a little help

I have unlocked la source de mon bonheur

The warm healing waters of happiness

Have swept through me and course in my veins

The Night Mares Come

The Night Mares come

Bringing twisted dreams

On polished black hooves

The Night Mares come

To bring our fears to life

Fear rides sidesaddle

The Night Mares come

To destroy our confidence

The Knights straddle, full attack

The Night Mares come

The war has begun

And there are no Healers

The Night Mares come!

The Blonde Man

Here, in this tiny room, in this wide bed

I sleep, curled up in blankets

Huddled against the creeping cold

My body aches from shivering

My longs burn from the icy air

But hold, a gentle hand I feel

Brush my cheek and pulls the covers close

Strong arms envelope me and hold me tight

Against a soft, yet firm warm body

The same gentle hand strokes my hair

And I fall asleep

But my dreams are cold, and miserable

Tormented by a man I know yet don’t

A man I trust yet fear, a man who I loved

This man, in my dream, is ugly as sin

Greasy, blonde hair and a bulbous nose

Three chins and no neck

And arms that are too strong to escape

I awake, afraid to find him there

But find instead the gentle hand on my head

And a sweet voice cooing soothing words

I hug him closer to me and I fall asleep again

Will I have sweet dreams?

Some Nights

Some nights are lonely
Some nights are cold
Some nights I long for
Someone to hold
Some nights are happy
Some nights are warm
Some nights I sleep peacefully
Next to someone's special form