Cry of the Stars

King of All ages
White as snow
Little Lamb,
Martyred for our iniquities
Though you still love us..
Though you still cleansed us clean
Though our days may be numbered..
But with those days my lips shall utter praises unto you

~MIP
{Authors note: Pretext: I watched Lord of The Rings...}

When I move, I fly. I think it’s easier than walking
Electrons tell me stories ‘cause I listen when they’re talking
I like building monasteries--look, the ghosts are coming!
Everywhere I go, it seems the ground is always humming
I think it’s just the Under-People hacking to the top-ground
But I don’t really care ‘cause that’s a less important sound
Than the telepathic aliens who tell me what to do
They’re nice and never fail to show me how to find a clue
And though they think my eyes should be a little bit more red
I can’t decide between them, or the Monkey, when I’m dead
I think that turkeys hate me and that’s why they are so ugly
They always eat my tongue and then they stalk off oh-so-smugly

I bet you think I’m weird just ‘cause I’m special, can’t you see?
It irks me when you call this gift of mine "insanity".

~Del

One by one they come
Downright stinky wretched pests
Completely vermin

Authors note: Stink bugs are the worst T.T

As I sat there..
I wondered if it
would ever happen again
No.. Not likely
Maybe..
In a few million years?
I glanced up again
Hoping; maybe something would happen?
I wouldn't have followed it
If my mind wasn't in a stage of limbo
Steely sweat drops across my face
Pelting across the water
It made me feel free&alive
Reality hit me,
I plunged into darkness

MIP~

descending leaves,
they fall with an autumn's wind
alongside false hopes


emp/mcf

The yellow school bus
I ride each and every day
A dazzling yellow

Authors note: First day of school! (for MIP, and Mcf)

MIP~

falling slowly, into mire gloomy
the overseers sings songs of groovy
there is nothing more to lose
tossing heavy with humor, an ocean of gastric juice
what more hides behind the veil?
the grey fog gathers close to wail

hope dons a heavy iron crown,
while the people who pass wear the same frown
the mocking bird smiles slyly,
his garb, a choker of overgrown ivy
tomorrow will forget the wind
as society seems to be quiet blind
the rain is inclined to take a bold chance
so, let us all enjoy this hypnotic trance

tell me it is not a farewell you imply
even though elves have not an intimidating battle cry
forever's march is still yet never ending
however, it's all the rules we'll be bending
your lips are cracked and dry
bobby stole your rhubarb pie

bloodstained tears cover the skies
for, picking mushrooms blindly is unwise
every page falls to its death,
by the cringing hand of bad breath
hear the harsh tone of fire's crackling roar
the reality of everything dear is never spoken for
she weeps unheard in the cold moonlight
come, dance to polka's muse with me tonight

mcf.

There's a glorious song
Weaving through all Nature
Listen close
You'll hear it.

The stars
scattered, sprinkled
across the deep rolling blue
of the night sky,
singing
voices clear and high
like silver light upon the ear
twinkling melodies
glimmering
glinting
Listen close
You'll hear it.

The trees
swaying gently, waving
branches, rustling leaves
of emerald green
singing
voices clear and strong
harmonies intertwining
like tendrils on a growing vine
glowing
gleaming
Listen close
You'll hear it.

The ocean
tossing waves, crashing
against the mossy cracked rock
of faded grey
singing
voices clear and rippling
like swirling frothing sea-foam
soothing lullabies
shimmering
streaking
Listen close
You'll hear it.

The sun
rising, setting
in golden sweeping swathes of fire
cast across billowing clouds
singing
voices clear and burning
dancing rhythms
like snapping, cracking sparks
flaming
flashing
Listen close
You'll hear it.

In the cry of the seagull
the gust of the wind
the wolf's mournful howl
the moon's pale rays
the snow-peaked mountains
There's a glorious song
Weaving through all Nature
Listen close
you'll hear it--

Then sing along.

-Del

I come when winter's midnight dreams
When all the world have closed their eyes
When golden light begins to glow
I come to bind the silver skies
My face is hid by branches bare
My eyes are like the northern stars
My hair is wound through icy streams
My gaze is piercing, near and far
I seek the one who hears my song
The one who brings me to the sea
I seek the one who gives me rest
The one whose eyes will set me free.

-Del