.:the singing warrior:.He stands proud and tall,
My ebony warrior.
I feel rather than see him
Standing slightly behind my left shoulder.
His presence both unnerves and comforts me.
Fatigue and the onset of a migraine, coupled with the
Excitements of the day
Start to numb me, and I slowly
Sink to a state of non-response.
It is moments before I notice
The voice laps against me
As if an irregular heartbeat, pulsing against my skin.
At first I can only realize, not react.
Then, as the textures of the song reaches me,
My senses open and start to tingle.
He doesn't seem to be singing in just one language.
English, French, the rustles and clicks of Swahili
All combine to a language of the soul.
The pulse of his chant sets the rhythm of my mind.
My thoughts dance in time to his tuneless song.
The bus arrives. He sits again
Behind my left shoulder.
I no longer see him.
And though he doesn't continue to sing,
I can still hear him.
I've always heard him.
.:the dream:.The dream takes me to you,
Places that are old and yet fresh.
Happy memories became far and too few
Until bitterness was drawn every breath.
The scene itself is a plain one.
An apartment with blueish-grey walls.
But your presence makes me come undone
And I'm afraid to be here at all.
The dream room stretches out before me,
So far to go, yet so close.
Brave is all the I need be
To go to the one I want most.
I don't see your face and I'm grateful;
My awake side is already in tears.
It truly is easier to be hateful,
When you know the mending will take years.
With a nerve I didn't know I had inside
I place my head gently on your shoulder.
You never look, yet I can't hide.
But then... the dream is over.
The Battle of Day and NightThe stars delicately ornament the skies
Ushered on with angel sighs.
The moon reflected within thine eyes
Leads me into frigid paradise.
Icy fingers that have gripped my heart
And led me to a sacred ark
Where I shall be wed and never part
From the queen of night, arrayed in dark.
But lo, the queen of sacred day
Whose kisses chase the night away
And fury that keeps hell's hounds at bay
Has chosen me, with her, to stay.
No mortal man, could I remain
When goddesses would, their blood to stain
For hopes that my love they would gain,
But alas, my dear, tis all in vain.
Why be trapped in endless night?
Or lasting day, no rest in sight?
When I can love with all my might,
Thy tenderness, my love, my light.
the bankers dreamin bankers dreams,
the weak ones scream
and forget of discrepant accounts.
don't try to fight the dark of ptk
you'll find they always get their way
no matter the recounts
the honors beg
an arm and leg
the money's going somewhere
don't fight the dean
you know what i mean
or pain you will have to bear
and in the close,
the treasurer knows
the mockery in this rhyme
just heed me well
and i will tell
this story another time