Transfixus Sed Non Mortuus

The bunny
enshrined
in memory

A softer
testament
to greater.

Creeping
by heather
and vale

It’s quiet
to let in
the dream

A new gift,
an empty
shroud

Mysterious
forces by
the morn

In all this
historiocity
one sees

The price
that paid
for this,

for me.

The skies are rent in two while the rain rolls heavy on the day’s cool blue.
I feel the swishing sillhouettes through my closed eyes and forehead frets,
but I know that if it’s true, then I will most assuredly be seeing you.
I wonder at the reasoned right that you’ve wrought in my golden sight
Do you see the soliloquy without the words I am repeating to me?

Your fears are like dew
in the sun of my love.
Crack open what’s true
to fall back above.

The past is guarded by thieves and scoundrelizing foolish men.
There are deep cool omens that jagged-kneed princes contend.
I am an empty rock without strength to made into block.
There must be places where the cool moonbeam traces,
but I’ve never met a single place like that yet.

Your fears are like dew
in the sun of my love.
Crack open what’s true
to fall back above.

I watched as she let a single tear
caress her hand.
Fifteen lines danced in camogie gear
on the bedstand.
Yet nothing was in me to be hurled
into her heart.
I had hoped that she would’ve uncurled
the stony part.

Instead, she told me,
“Old souls float lower than new hearts,
and baby, you’re older than me.”

I watched her face’s well-worn laugh lines,
saw back in time.
I saw her laughs that had echoed mine,
joyful in rhyme.
But in that moment, dreams hung heavy
in words spoken.
Blue-grey eyes overran their levy;
I was broken.

She told me,
“Old souls float lower than new hearts,
and baby, you’re older than me.”

I picked up the cold disheveled dreams
covering my heart.
I tipped my hat and caught my soul’s seams,
a well-known art.
She didn’t say a word as I left her
with my old soul.
My heart bled as streets began to blur
on this last stroll.

She told me,
“Old souls float lower than new hearts,
and baby, you’re older than me.”

My breath is hot in my chest,
but the wind’s cold on my cheek.
There’s dirty electric lights
turning off as a new light peeks.
The shadows are strong and long,
the quiet of night is giving way
to a bright and holy promise
of a new and glorious day.
I am rolling quickly over roads
where the spinning hum of my tires
are unfolding my mind’s eye,
putting out my anger’s fires.
But a larger fire is burning
and it’s blooming in the sky.
The birds begin to float-sing
while I try to quickly strive by.
The tiny filet-o-fish clouds
wisp gently and around the dark,
while a certain solitude
permeates the street-lined park.
In an instant that should be rare,
the blue fades to orange-red
and the clouds become gilded
while many still lay in bed.

But I am here, and I see truth.
I see the fire in this day’s youth.
My heartstrings are tuned
and replay my mortal wound.

Yet this place holds hope
and this dream the same love.
So, let my bones be bedewed
to attain that which is above.

I sauntered at the edge of a mighty sea
where a vision of truth was given to me.
There was no one out there but my mind and I,
I walked in burning sand while my mind did fly.

A cold breeze blew the sand to swirl around me
and the sun was swinging low and quietly.
I saw that bit o’ green dangling in the sky.
It floated downward, landing gently nearby.
—–
I plucked the shamrock from the green-lined sea.
I remember three parts staring at me.
My words could never touch her em’rald glow,
but pains I brought with me began to flow.

“I’m to blame,” I said in my white-hot shame
while I kissed her three wilted hearts and name.
I guess no roots grow from a plucked shamrock,
and there’s no way I can turn back the clock.
—–

In a blooming Beltaine fire
where May dreams and heartstrings unfold,
a bright resplendent king appeared
with a mantle of purest gold.
His crown was slaked and dripped with dew,
or was it his perspiration?
His cold scepter’s inscription glowed
of my thoughts and desperation.
At his breast, a black broach revealed
a garment bloody and tattered.
I saw that if I followed him,
my love and soul would be shattered.

He spoke no words, though tears of thought
tore through my emptiness and fear.
I saw my hope that was brought low
begin to grow as he drew near.
At last, voice poured from noble lips.
I was birthed anew in his words.
Freedom and truth came sweet and clean,
like sheep rushing to their shepherds.
I gave him my honor and life,
He acknowledged my debased past.
I now know when the battle rolls,
I will fight for him to the last.

Sapphire skin in clouds of white,
Thursday lullabied,
loved by Friday night.
I thought rent-to-own hearts like mine
would be worth a walk of the line.

(Guess I was wrong)

That girl don’t even know she raped me
Her eyes drilled me to the wall,
stole lighthouses from my sea,
Only to forget,
only to forget
all about me.

She thought the way I danced was weird.
I thought she looked well,
even when feeling feared.
I thought the world would wash away
and new paradigms would hold sway.

That girl don’t even know she raped me
Her eyes drilled me to the wall,
stole lighthouses from my sea,
Only to forget,
only to forget
all about me.

My memories mask that moment.
She was my friend,
but then opponent.
There was no breath to break or stop,
My heart was thrown from mountaintop.

That girl don’t even know she raped me
Her eyes drilled me at the wall,
stole lighthouses from my sea,
Only to forget,
only to forget
all about me.

Jump up, Johnny, jump up!
Jump up, Johnny, jump up!
We’re sailing back to a port o’ call. (Jump up, Johnny, jump up)
We’ve got nine tonners of haul in all. (Jump up, Johnny, jump up)
The mast is set in a sky so blue. (Jump up, Johnny, jump up)
There’s wind, a wave, and an ocean too (Jump up, Johnny, jump up)
Jump up, Johnny, jump up!
Jump up, Johnny, jump up!
There’s a darling maid on the shore, oh! (Jump up, Johnny, jump up)
She’s a-waiting for ya dockside, oh! (Jump up, Johnny, jump up)
You’ll take her hand and dance with her there (Jump up, Johnny, jump up)
Your eyes will dock with her eyes so fair. (Jump up, Johnny, jump up!)
But don’t be trapped by her snaring hand! (Jump up, Johnny, jump up)
For time flies fast on the shore o’ man! (Jump up, Johnny, jump up)
Jump up, Johnny, jump up!
Jump up, Johnny, jump up!
Back on the ship, a-running you’ll go (Jump up, Johnny, jump up)
Jump on, and homeward away we’ll flow (Jump up, Johnny, jump up)
You’ll shed a tear for that port o’ call. (Jump up, Johnny, jump up)
but homeland’s shore is calling us all. (Jump up, Johnny, jump up)
Jump up, Johnny, jump up!
Jump up, Johnny, jump up!

I think on the life, the life I disowned.
I see the high things I broke and dethroned.
I think on the devils, the devils deboned,
Oh, how I broke backs with words that I’ve thrown!
I remember the laughs, the laughs we shared.
I see all the times that my heart was bared.
I remember your heart, the heart that cared.
Oh, to fly back there like doves that are paired!

Now, I know regrets will not let me grow
I know that words fail where feelings will flow,
but surely I’ve learned all I need to know!