wandabitch

wandabitch Oct 2012

Love

Do you not know, I am a Phantom?

That catches your quiet thoughts,
and wishes for a kiss.

Who lives in Dark,
just to
feel
inspiration,

Nay, you are be-spelled
oh Light Seeker.

You sought my Fire
for your own,
Thief.
Liar.

Yes, Prometheus of my soul
I watched the stars.
They said, Find.
And I found you.

And in black clouds
of Hate and Anger
did Lightning strike hard.

Electrified, Terrified, Mystified.

Then it was gone
like a bird choked of song,
a Memory in folded paper.

wandabitch Oct 2012

Fox

When I was young
I lived like a fox in her den,
fell asleep in a spring daze,
woke up and I had aged.

Where went my dreams?

Oh I hear your whisper,
into your embrace.

Was it all a mistake?
I dig a rabbit's grave.

wandabitch Oct 2012

Deceit

Each night I sit and wait for the day, like a faithful lover waiting for pay. I think, why can't you complete what you need. Why is it your always asking silly things?
There is no resolution. there is only the solution.
and that is a complicated thing.

I'm in awe of the power
that makes bees flower

and I know you know about me.

wandabitch Oct 2012

Gypsy Heart

you know what I think,
it ain't about doing things your way. See i got this part of my being, stuck in my gut, hole in my heart feeling, that you want less than that.
That I'll be entertained by your muscles of *******, or silent when i watch from dreams and...
forget it.
Let me turn the other way, watch babylon pray, its just another day.
People so small we make telescopes large and look for our creator, but see its apart of me.
I think, when i look at trees they look like faces, the ocean's breath awakens things. I forgot long ago.
And atoms are just empty spaces, so what do you think holds it all?
Nothing? or are we just nothing...
Oh but let me tell you I feel today! Like Artemis hunting her prey, tell me, is it nothing or am I a cosmic puppet? Blast it, I loose myself in the meaning;
Oh right, you don't-know-me.
and it is a veil that separates our fates, to clouds that wait, for my soul.
Or a stranger that you'll never know.

wandabitch Oct 2012

Spirituality

State of nothing, into my breast
basic reality is not here.

I am intrinsiclantly pure,
a diamond from the core.

There is no mirror,
we are the void, nothingness
is the fundamental blankness.

It is a dream.

Empty space which contains the Universe.

wandabitch Oct 2012

Changes

Telling the story of passion, death, and virtue.
Tracking deception with freedom's lies.
The Traveler passed through that timeless veil
between here and there,
the spaces
between the fantastic delusional minds.

That a hunter has when tracking
down an accomplished plan.
Caught in a Blue Galactic Storm.
The Unicorn said.
"Mind your own business the rest of us don't give a ****.”
Yet just as the wheels of the stars keep on turning--
on the heels of a planet surfing the Universes tides.

There will always be cycles-
and sometimes it happens
that they collide-such is the power of the Muse.

My story is one of tragedy and despair,
with malice and Discord, Regret and Guilty Shame.
Swallowed by the darkness empty and Dead.
Yet out of nothing sprang Life--
fear to Hope Hate to Love, Recklessness to Responsibility,
now I'm changing the tide.
With arrows sharp words that fill the Night sky.

Once again finding the Magic in these threads-weaving a world I've known and dread. Always mocked by the Queen of Hearts, hunting, desiring;

"Metamorphosis"

But Truth and Memory found the way.
A ghost shell that’s crossed the Styx of the Grave,
The Muse inside no longer be spelled drifting now to unsure shores,
Just as Dante mapped out Hell, so will I my tale:
Psyche (Human Soul) captive
to the Ice of Pluto-shed no tears.
This prison made flesh by mortal
woe-lost, forgotten,
But Morpheus came to me then.
"You still have your Dreams."
Then the madness came looming.
The facts blurred and suddenly Phoebe appeared:
with a playful far off expression.
*"Oh Persephone, mourn the falling leaves, for it is the last of them you will see.”

wandabitch Oct 2012

091812

When you don’t know when to shut the door—
Someone slams it for you.
Then what?
Open the next one—
find your treasure box.
It’s difficult through when
all you get is a brick wall,
or a child who needs to grow up.

“You sir, are a savage. Caught me in the woods—
and I more like the rabbit you shot for Harvest moon.”
That thirsty water becomes summer gaze—
dark tides take those eyes away.
Hexasize they say is just a phrase
but I don’t see why when its---
Hansel and Grettle or
Wormwood in Screwtape Letters or
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.