waiting for this moment...

Music: "Blackbird" by the Beatles

slideshow copyright Rhonda Prince 2009

for bea...wishing you happy days and crow kisses!

safe

I will ease your pain I will cure your hurt,
now I lay me down to sleep
but your magic I will keep
safe and protected from eyes and ears
of those who don't understand
who don't see what I see all I ask in return is a piece of redemption
sucked from your fingertips
which
seems
to
be
the
only
place
I'm
safe
fall down weeping
in quiet halls of filth
and I will hold your head in my lapand whisper you
into sleep folded close to my heart which
seemsto
be
the only
place
you
are
safe.
Tomorrow will be the same
as today and yesterday
but still I know
what you need to survive
trust me to bring you
into sweet reposeand peace

light is faster than sound

are we the vessel or the light,
the consciousness or the body?
let the light shine through me
let me be the light
as I make this journey
to the sun
midst spiders and fish
let me mold and shape
the implements
that will lead me into midnight

Song credit: Light is faster than sound by Janis Joplin w/ Big Brother & the Holding Company© Rockland Music

late nite quickenings

two men walking down the street

each one following the other

dressed in chartreuse suits and porkpie hats

They’ve been walking for days

a man in drag sits on the bench and watches

while an angel plays the fiddle on a balcony overhead

children run past wearing only their smiles

a woman shouts at no one

girls ride in blue buses, with a snake hissing overhead

No one seems to notice
the butcher sells mincemeat pies

while smoke pours out from office windows
People stand in the street discussing last year’s news

The angel throws her fiddle to the street

And the hands on the clock spin past the hours

while those that wait keep moving.

walk this way

(written for browland's blog: visual organisms)

The earth moved today,

just slightly, a tiny jump

forward in the universe.

Enough to shake the

foundations and send

the moon crashing

into the ocean.

Fortunately she was sitting

on the edge of the galaxy,

balanced on the north star

when the shift occurred,

sparing her the upheaval

it would’ve caused

But tonight she will feel

the effects of the day,

pulling her further into the

dark rift of the Milky Way

and leaving her tired and lifeless

as she sits inside her room.

Somewhere a child cries,

a thousand golden teardrops;

windows shatter,

leaving glass scattered in the yard;

the rains fall,

drowning out all sound but it’s own

And the hunger moon looms on the horizon.