Cherry BlossomsCherry blossoms, vagabonds in the night,
They kiss me with their dewy lips, inform me of my plight.
All is not right,
But it is the end, now goodnight.
Remus' LamentReared in the dirt when the Earth was young,
In the cold clear air of an age begun
With the warm rough edge of a mother's tongue,
When the ancient songs were not yet sung.
Ode to Remus hark the cry,
Underdog, decreed to die.
Hewn from the stone when the land was new,
Giant-carved in veins of blue,
Stones of power strong and true,
Razed to the ground by me and you.
All that was no longer is,
All that's hers is henceforth his.
Slain by the stroke of an ivory hand,
Deceitful stranger to this land,
You mark them with your fiery brand,
And lay the rest beneath the sand.
Beware the god who walks the earth,
He'll sell your soul for what it's worth.
You've killed the brother, lost the wife,
Left the garden and lost your life,
Built the ark in the name of strife,
I am the king, you are the knife.
But who am I to reprehend?
I'll neither pardon nor will I mend.
The Romantic CynicI've done away with rhythm and rhyme, those constricting, miserly cane-wielding grandfathers.
I've done away with life as art. All I see is drab and gloom.
I've done away with social ambition. A solitary existence is all that's worth living.
I've done away with being clever, and I won't rhyme that line by saying "forever," or anything.
I've done away with light and sound; they befuddle my head and agitate my heart.
I've done away with all but you, for love is a disease that has purged my body of any feeling, thought or emotion I cannot share with you.
The DreamI dreamt a dream that very day,
That my whole life had blown away.
Had I willed it? Who can say?
But life's a dream dreamt in the day.
And dare I dream to dream away,
That dream we call reality?
I would I could forever stay,
And yet, I long to slip away.