The Falls

Phaeton:

I tried to drive my father's chariot.
Took the morning star and rode on through the skies bringing day.
He did not see my wish to let the world start over.
They called it an accident,
said i could not control myself and that
is why i woke the sky serpent.
why i brought fire to the mountaintops
why i bathed civilizations in flames.
I was struck down hard by grandfather's lightning.
they still speak of my fall.

Lucifer:

I tried to take my father's throne
As the Morningstar i led forces through the day
He did not see my wish to let the world start over
But knew it was no accident
I could no longer control myself
Came down from the sky as a serpent
Brought fire to the mountaintops
bathed heaven in flames
i was struck down by Michael's lightning
they will always speak of my fall

Icarus:

flew with my father's wings
up towards the morning star i climbed
just wanting to escape this world
it was an accident i swear
feathers falling off like serpent-skin
fires on their tips
fire in the wax
struck down by my own foolishness
i wish they would forget my fall.


Phaeton:

Lightning
raw power of heaven
drawn like a line
the bolt thrown as javelin
hard
fast
penetrates
yet leaves no shaft
to grip and remove
nothing can stop it
for it travels through your veins
lighting them all on fire
i knew the feeling of the world
in a beautiful pain
buzzing and crackling
felt the fires
felt rebirth so near
father said his chariot would be the death of me
he forgave me as he handed me the reigns.

Lucifer:

He was Lightning
Michael the power of heaven
drew the line
holding flaming sword
dropped for fists
hard
fast
neither of us would yield
entangled like earthquakes
he brought me down
let me feel the aches and pains
it was beautiful
he sent me home
trapped in ice so cold it burned
like the fires i let loose upon home
my father knew this would not be the death of me
i wonder if his son would forgive as easily

Icarus:
I wish i'd been Lightning
so my fall would be instant
instead it was
hard
fast
with impending doom
i watched the waters beneath me
i felt the fires of my wings burn
the wax peeling away on my skin
as smoke poured through my nose
my father watched me fall
called out like he did when i rose too high
he did not chastise me in his cries
nor called out my folly as one to be remembered
for ages hence as one fool trying to reach
a brighter, better place
nor did he call out forgiveness for my fall
it was all just loss


Narrator:

wonder if falling
Down from the heavens above
can happen often

or perhaps it's only ever happened once

you cant see the cracks in my armor.
i've put putty over all the cracks.
you'd never know unless you took me apart
or i started splitting at the seams.

the devil's in the details, and my trade is in trim-work.

a talk about "us"

have you been avoiding it like i have?
because distance makes us weak?
or is it just me that gets weak
me who doesn't want someone waiting
with romance in her heart
while i go off and train
to save and end lives by my choosing
to save and end lives by my stagnation
to save and end lives by my hands

i'm avoiding it because i'm about to leave
it'll be easier if i don't have a girl waiting at home
no worries on the home front
waiting nervously for letters
fears of a "dear john" letter
every mail call

you make me happy
we talk every day
separated so far
a relationship is just putting a name on what we're already working towards

i meant it when i said go for opportunities that arise
don't wait on my account
because i have a habit of waiting too long
when it comes to jumping off a cliff
into oceans of good things
i'm used to it being too late
but as long as your happy
i'll be fine with it

i've forgotten that kiss

I've forgotten what it was like kissing you
i think i like that
no longer feeling the pressure of your lips
the smell of your hair
the weight of your body under my hands
so long i hungered for it
then achieved it... only once
one long deep kiss
hundred pecks of nothing
that one
long
deep
kiss
that's what made me think i had a chance
i took my damn time with it
i was wrong
but that's life
we're better off without it
i mean, our friendship had a million problems
imagine what our relationship would have?
we work better at a distance anyway

sometimes i doubt you'll write to me
but you promised
so you will
even if its only once

sometimes i doubt i'd care
but your that stupid girl
the one i'd never really get over
even if it was only one
long deep kiss

that keeps me hooked
or kept as it seems to be
since i no longer know your taste
nor smell
nor touch

just the visual memory
the moving in
the moving away
the fumbling
the desperateness of me
the fogging of my windows
all the details around it i can clearly remember
but not that kiss

however deep and long it was
was not long enough to last

an excuse as to why i cant play musical insturments well at all

We're not goin' silent yet.
let's scream out the stereo with the songs hell rising up from the earth below.
give us the drums,
give us the guitar,
give us the bellowing calls of monsters from your nightmares.
horns and choirs belong to heaven with thier mighty organs,
we need no intricate fingertips
but thrashing and tearing of flesh from bone to create our song.

Hansel and Gretel inside the wichtes house

Hansel:

I am going to go bake in my blankets sister.
when the wicked witch comes to eat me,
i will gladly offer her my flesh knowing that she can live
longer than i could ever dream,
a youthful beauty.
i am a lowly boy,
she is a queen clad in the charcoal-gingerbread of black forest night.
I love her dearly, and grow fat with her returning favors.

Gretel:

Brother please listen
she is not some glorious immortal
knowledgeable of the world around us
she is but some beast tied to her lair
all she wants is to eat your flesh
and turn me into some kind of evil like her
that's why she claims she'll teach me the magic of flesh
the mystics of sweets and fairy-tales



to be continued...

Yosephina Irene, or, The Indonisean Chick who talks to me on facebook.

a girl from indonesia
found me on facebook
she has been talking to me
and tells me

"coz i like ur style.... so handsome.

if u live in my country, i'm sure that u become an actor"
after i question why she asked if i had a girlfriend or not

and

"u're so perfect, handsome and romantic man...."

when i mention i like to write poetry

i do not believe this for a second.
i do not understand why she would put herself beneath me
i do not understand the way she goes about trying to flirt

of what use could i possibly be?
why me to begin with?

she asks me the same questions every time i get online
too late at night
or early in the morning
and i cant help but speak with her
she seems nice enough
says she doesn't speak english well
but something seems off
i feel she may be fake
but she has an abundance of pictures
and friends from the area

the paranoia in me
says "green card wife"
again and again
paranoia is narcissistic

Yosephina Irene...

what do you want from me?
i cant help but wonder
if i'll ever find out...

destiny?

it's funny. i used to believe in the cards
tarot readings
bibliomancy
voodoo
druidism
paganism
name it
i was a believer
this opened all sorts of doors
expanded my mental psyche
but gave me such great fear
made me so much blinder to myself
i needed others to bring the truth out of me
through thier readings, their interpretations
now as i'm older
i believe in less
focus not on the ritual
but on the truth
bring it out of myself
i hope this makes me a better person...

on halloween of 2006
my card reading suggested
that a future with water
and military
was bound for me
i disagreed

in late 2007
a man who could tell the future
because he was psychically trained
said i would live by the water

that same day
a man who read cards and stones
revealed how upset i really was about my mother
how i masked it with how i was upset in my
lack of relationship

in 2008, i spent my summer living on the beach
with some of my best friends
in 2009, i am headed into a career in the military
an aquatic fighting force

if you open your mind
paths will be laid before you
and perhaps you will stumble upon them
but maybe
there is a touch of destiny out there
that you can embrace.

miles to go before i sleep

i am just hoping that my tank of gas will hold up till the end of this road. i have miles to go before i sleep, and only so much patience can my mind keep. the wheels are spinning so let's ride out this storm. lets ride along with thunder bursting fires in our bellies as the steel beast roars what little fuel it has left screaming "You may have miles to go, but i will not get you there. you're feet were always more trustworthy. i am but rust, and dust" . so we rest, for i have miles to go before i sleep, and more memories my mind must keep.

i am saying exactly what i mean
there is nothing deeper
nothing to analyze
i just want to show you
what i see
but i am no painter
i cannot put the apple
the pear
on the page
on the paper
on the canvas
i can merely try to express
through words
these textures
smells
colors
sounds
as clear as day
so the blind can see