Eye of Eve

This to this:

I am not Eve,
slender and lithe, with straight bleached hair and blue eyes
(or curled brown and streaked with red, chocolate pools for irises; natural redhead or fiery fake).

I am not Eve,
older tho not wiser,
curving in all of the wrong places, too much in the right.
My hair is not the right colour, my eyes framed by crows laughing lines; I paint myself into nothing.

Lilith, the foil – bait to catch the jealous eye of Eve.
In the end, equal returning alone to her cave.

Still needs work.

golden goose

I was a silly goose once
When the wind swept thru my hair
The grass lay at my feet
And I ran for the sheer joy
of movement and motion
Silly is a word we associate
With the young
     and care free
Whose laugh lines haven’t frozen
From a river of tears
Etching a path down the
     glacial planes of
     cheekbones, lips
Bowed
The goose given way
To a crow and feet
Carefree becomes careful
Remanded with nothing more
     than memory

3am Sheets

More “from the random files of…” I don’t talk to the person this was written in mind of, anymore. Not really a surprise, either – some things, you just see coming.

It’s 3am, just to bed, my feet wrapped in the sheets
Staring at the pitch black above, my mind won’t quiet
And I can’t sleep
Thinking about you, me, him, her and us
All the tangled webs we weave
I wonder what it is you’d say to me
If you weren’t so afraid to speak

Wild Monsoon Waking

Sometimes, you hear lyrics but you hear them wrong… and end up liking your version better.

it’s the rain that i hear falling dropping down my face like tears
a wild monsoon waking
it’s marching at the window crossed crowded boulevards
my lonesome heart bleeds clear
the fog rolls thru my doorway slowly pulls around me near
the death tolls ring again
darling where did it go when was it over why

why
hear me waiting

a stranger so long becomes a ghost it’s what i fear the most
the pain that i see coming
the clouds roll thru; now my quiet vigil begins
it’s the storm approaching that i feel
darling where did it go when was it over why

why
hear me waiting