Chase us, oh Lord, for we run swiftly
Into our own ruin, so please chase quickly
Chase faster than tears can fall
Save us from ourselves

Embrace us, Lord, keep us from breaking
Help us in the undertaking
Hold us closer than the flailing wind
Be the peace that makes us whole

Clean us, oh Lord, in heart and mind
Leave not one spot of grime behind
Wipe us cleaner than blanketing snow
And let love ne'er run dry

Full moon and she  .  .  .
Beauties without crescent smile,                                                           ­             
  .  .  .  Naked in starlight.

Butterflies dissolve like honey-colored lacquer
as I wander the insides of this bright amber moon.

I look for Mother behind a shaded glow-tree.
It is there that I find her folding clouds while bluebirds
dance in the hollow of her heart…

She’s redolent like star-oil from a night-blooming cereus,
With hair never-ending like shadows
sealed from the palest of light.
Her eyes are like tanzanite orbs set ablaze.
She wears robes made of koi scales, and silk from the sea.

As I gathered pearls for her from the mouth of lapis lazuli
shores, my feet touch the chilled sands as shells scurried
from my foot-falls.

As I fetched gossamer from a crystal spider
hiding in a nearby constellation, gold web danced through
my cramoisy hair.

With all of these things, I sat beneath a niveous dune,
out of sight from Mother as I made her a necklace that
resembled the remnants of a galaxy that she once lost.

When I presented my gift, she smiled, then gently
whispered:
"The bright galaxy standing before me is more than enough."

Roses are red
Violets are blue
-
These beads of blood are red
These dead lips are blue
-
The big bad wolf
Little Red Riding Hood
-
He hurt me, stole the most important parts of me
I'm Little Red walking naive and innocent through the forest
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Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool
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The white is stained by the
Black of my stained purity
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These are the tales I'll tell my children
I'll say beware the wolf
Don't trust
Don't love
Guard yourself
Don't leave the trail
Stay in the light
Don't let anyone near
Guard your garden of roses and violets
Keep your sheep in the field
Violets
Roses
Sheep
Wolves

Scarlet, the colour of the dress she wore.
Black, the colour he smothered with in love.
White, the colour the child wore,
Little did they know she hid behind a mask.
Mother and Father, I apologize, I have sinned tonight,
I met him and he loved me more than he should of.
The pushing of pain, it hurt and made me weep.
The feelings of tension, I fell way too deep.
Mother and Father, I apologize, I have sinned tonight,
you said I should love him and I said I did,
but now I’m in love with him, another male,
another mask, he’s dancing in on his own.
Solo he is, solo he wishes to stay,
Duets is what I hope for.