Yours

In the dark forest the smoke leads to fire
The fire is warmth from the cold and the ire
But I’m just a beggar with no meat to roast
Guarding like treasure my pieces of toast

My travel bag ripped and all on the ground
Useless marbles and trinkets are rolling around
I search with my hands in the leaves and the brush
My tears forming pockets of mud from the dust

Oh how I wish I could be yours again

Love is a blindness; a venomous kindness
We are all waiting for someone to find us
And I’m still a wanderer with a burden to carry
Hoarding like heirlooms the seeds I should bury

I always feel this down in my bones
Sometimes it’s torture; sometimes it’s home
But I don’t get to choose

Oh how I wish I was yours again

Freya

Somewhere in Valhalla

Atop the winding hills
My warrior queen surveys

The roaring sea and rolling fields
Eyes heavy with the life she left
As heavy as my heart without her

The heart she stole

When she looked into my soul
And I knew she was mine

Until the end of time

But now it’s the end of time

Somewhere in Valhalla

Across the rainbow bridge
A piece of my broken heart forever lives

Origination

A writhing mass like broken glass
And dripping tongues with venom run
To hear it’s cries; a chorus of lies
To know it’s sight; as blind as night
Reaching out and ever without
Thriving in filth; accursed wealth

To look upon it’s form far gone
Is a mirror which like a broken switch
Still stings the mind; a thousand times
And drives insane the pure and plain
Gathering in and ever thin
Starving to feel; accursed meal

And this lair; the darkest prayer
Earth that swallows all who follows
Rivers of trash like teeth that gnash
Mountains of grief hoard light as a thief
Reaching farther and ever darker
Dying alone; accursed home

But grace the bones; the warmest tones
Selflessness lives; like a beggar that gives
Forgiveness skin keeps the blood within
Love bleach hearts; white and stark
Yet so real the only hand which feels
The breath of life You breathe inside

Every snap and tear; ever laid bare
Is the sound of creation; origination

Fire King

You’ll see me in the street with blank eyes ahead
Enjoying the breeze nowhere to rest my head
You don’t know me or what I regret
I continue to speak, though no one hears what I said

I walk through the door I’m always armed with lies
I’m always asking for more but never telling you why
I like to keep my distance; but I like to stay close
I’ll say you’ve made a difference but I'll have you know

I am the fire king, I burn everything I touch
And I lit the match, because I liked it too much

What’s in my past? In my deep, dark sea?
What broke me in half? Sir, what’ll it be?
I’ll have what I’ll have and I’ll have it the most
To know me is a trap but I’m nobody's ghost

You think this poem’s about me but maybe it’s you
You think I’m ready to see but are you ready, too?
If I’ve learned something then it’s probably this:
They always keep the warmth coming 'til it’s too hard to grip

I am the fire king, I burn everything I touch
And I lit the match, because I liked it too much


I’ve been waiting years for this fever to break
Every hidden tear, every covered mistake
I’ll tell you what you want, what’s behind the door:
I just don’t want to be cold anymore