Never Give Up

Never give up.
When your endeavors are crumbling,
And your dreams have lost their will to soar,
Walk on.
Walk on through the dark and
The uncertainty.
Walk through the broken-glass shards of your optimism.
Wade through the sweat and tears of your unrewarded hard work.
Walk on, brave soul, though the way is long.
Never give up.
When the world mocks your courage,
Calling you naive, a child in your hopefulness;
Never give up.
Let your passions raise you far above the clouds of their doubt,
And of your own,
And you will persevere.
Strive ever higher, and you may yet touch a star, strong soul.
Never give up.

I, Myself

Endless nights of sound and fury,
Clawing the nerves of my spine-
Stopping briefly to compress my breast,
And bone, and sinew.
Eyes wide open, glazed with voices.
A shivering creeps to the four winds
Propelled by the breath of my lungs,
of my body, of my soul.
A mad light fills my mouth; overflowing.
A grim smile splits my lips and my face
Tears through the lie
And reveals the feral beast in its natural habitat.

The Stars are in Our Eyes

Soaring on high, through the zephyrus expanse of sky
Heart singing in harmony with the drumming Earth
I am one with my home, and at peace with the Great Mother.
Above, the cosmos dances wildly as we raise our voices in praise
Of life, and of the sheer joy of being here in this land;
Our sacred space carved out of stars and spirit,
Lush and forgiving of our paltry trespasses,
And loving us from the soles of our feet, to our wondering eyes.
I touch down on the mossy ground,
Inhaling the breath of the land, letting the planet fill my starving lungs,
And crouching down, the ground has more stars than the sky.

The Flight of The Morrigan

And from the hearts of men,
Bloodied and glorious as Cú Chulainn,
Sprung daughter of Ernmas,
The Morrigan.
Raven-black wing swept,
The battlefield trembled beneath amber wolf eyes,
Souls of the fallen rose up to lift her wings,
The Babd, The Nemain, and The Morrigan.
The warrior falls to the flash of the blade,
And screams his last war-cry; his call is her name.
Above him she wheels, she dives, and she soars,
The Anu, The Macha, and The Morrigan.
As the sun bleeds its last o’er hills and the heather,
The souls of the dead have dispersed in the ether,
And the whole of the land hears the wings of
The Morrigan.

Matrix Random

I could change my name to Matrix Random,
And I doubt the world would care.
Amalthea Nightwalker,
Ashwood Sky,
Polaxia Greenbriar,
Sylvia Phry.
A name is just a label to tell you briefly of a thing,
The most worthless beggar has one, as well as any King.
Hexia Roanoke,
Octavia March,
Nikki Rono,
Belinda Larch.
Our parents give us names meant to last us all our lives,
After family, friend, or country (and oft for wishful hope).
Miranda Wright,
Cassandra Day,
Or Augustana Pope.
I could change my name to Matrix Random,
And it would fit so well,
It would improve my life, make me unique, and cast its own sweet spell -
But I would change it in a week,
For I’ll be different then than now.
Morrigan Walker,
Arian Tremain,
Vivica Vaulkner,
No name reflects who I’ll be again.

22V22 : I Envy the Girls

I’m jealous of the girls.
The ones that live in pleasant pairs,
White apartment walls dotted with color straight from their hearts.
I’m jealous of the girls with steady, girl jobs
New cars, and new clothes, and matching dishes.
I’m not ones of those girls;
Eager to grow up and spread out.
I’m jealous of their flings, and heartbreaks, too -
Life isn’t all candy, but I’d down the bitters just like you
To be anyone but me.
It’s not my torn clothes, old car, or crumbling brown walls.
It’s not about me, and never was.
It’s about you, over there in the light,
With your life full of things I can’t touch.
Your lack of choice that gives you a choice,
And how I see you choose to soar.
Although you cry and go to bed alone each night,
I envy even the silence of your bedroom.
To for once have something wholly mine;
To choose…
That would be a novel thing indeed.

Screen Saver

Hundreds of thousands of pictures
Girls, women, smiling; the sun on their faces.
Eating ice cream, wearing high heels or sandals
Basking in their youth.
Together, inseparable.
Tattooed skin kissed by the breeze,
Sweeping their careless hair off their perfect brows.
And here we sit, in the dark, with computer screens
Lighting our faces, turning us pale blue.
We are glimmering faeries here in the shadow.
I am blessed to be in the dark with you.