| Ecstasy I begin my ascent to Heaven, unhurried; Weightless amongst the cherubs, the blossoms of passion. A seraph, a fairy, is guiding me, our hands - a braid of shimmering flesh. Wings bud from my pearly shoulders, The sun nurturing them, cultivating my exquisite sails So that I may reach my zenith. Still in infancy, they are weak, unusable Like ears on the deaf and eyes on the blind. By now, I have transcended the clouds And I have exceeded the moon. A gust of crushing wind encompasses my blissful body, Liberating my attendant, my roadmap. I am hastily thrust upward by the rough palm of the gale. The storm beneath my quaking frame is mounting. With one last nudge, that hand has propelled me to the summit. I have satisfied my hunger for height. But there's no place to land, For the summit is merely an illuminated splendor. My descent is inescapable; my wings are like gossamer netting, Unable to sustain my portly body. My downfall does not cease when I reach Earth; It endures the heavy soil and increasing intensity. Faster and faster, I succumb to the force of gravity; This compelling urgency drives me to the heart of the orb- To my astonishment, this scalding core is my desire. I have reached yet another apex; Though this mountaintop is concealed Beneath destruction and collapse. I am a fallen angel - a luminous sinner Who was able to find another nirvana beyond Heaven. |
| Deaf I was blind to the lullabies Mama crooned with her feathery tongue; Deafened by the stagnancy Of the dauntless horns. The thunderous air of Hurricane Bob Conversed wordlessly, a whirlpool of serenity. In my right hand, Hush Puppy; In my left, Papa's hand; God's wrath gave birth to stillborn ears. Girdled by a prescription pink bunker, Light's scalpel paralyzed my eyes. Papa acted as my guide dog, Shepherding his close-lipped lamb. Although twelve years in the past The hush of the metal resonates. The nurse�s lips like Braille for the earless; The inaudible whisper of Princess Cindi endures. |
| A Christmas Carol Greed is the demise of humanity. Three phantoms and Marley visit old Scrooge Because he would not give to charity. They warned him of his misdeeds that were huge, Since he nourished a heart of avarice. Taking from the poor; keeping for himself; Poor Cratchett, Ebenezer 's apprentice Had to set his Christmas joy on a shelf, Until the miserly man found purpose From visions of his prospective fortune. Some have avarice while others have none; Despite this, "God bless us all, everyone". |
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