Glass
December 26, 2007
No legs nor tail,
like glass,
1,ooo pieces shattered,
scattered.
Scales scorching,
like rose petals torching,
battered soul.
Self infliction,
infection.
Cold as stone, as shale.
A christmas gift
December 25, 2007
A christmas gift,
more precious than jewels or gold.
Feeling our spirits lift,
secrets of our souls told.
It is a beautiful night,
a treasured eve.
Our hearts together in flight,
through clouds of dreams we loop and weave.
Monster
December 24, 2007
The unwinding coils of the eternal serpent tell one thousand tales within each of a million scales.
Like with the beloved desert brethren,
sometimes the deadly toxin of the slithering beast is no poison,
merely the spreading of the infection within.
Vile,
full of waste and death yet no neurotoxin crafted from the ages,
only the filth within.
