Alchemy

Men are fire,

Women, ice.

This race of alchemists, 

Compelled to mixing 

Opposites.

But does it end in 

Happiness?

Nope; no dice.

Heaven’s Heights

Rise, rise up

Dear heart, wake and 

Whirl now with my will, join in

Life's most thrill-whipped waltz,

In fits and starts these rungs

To grasp, in this

Fleeting moment's heat

Begin our star-ward climb

And so emboldened up we'll rise 

Past scudding clouds we'll race

Ever upwards we shall rise

'Til the top we gain and with our pain

Erase the shame that stains 

Our common past: Jacob's

Failure to scale these same heights .

Let's stake the claim made 

His by right of might, that

Victory open and on display,

As lying low and 

Broken at his feet, Heaven's 

Angelic champion, whom he

Fairly beat, but which 

Defeat he did but waste, for

The victor's wine he failed to taste.

These holy heights he did not climb,

Nor did he dare 

God's awesome face, which 

With glory'd his eyes strike blind.

No; instead, as if from 

Dream awoken, hale and whole,

He turned and, in the turning,

He did spurn

His one hard-won chance 

To free the souls of men  

From Death's dire glance.

What, O! What 

Righteous need had he

To feed, with such an act

Of histrionic 

Humility?

A Life In Four Stanzas

Sweet bleeding sleep 

And dreams that weep;

The night, it seeps into

Ears that wait for the call of 

A victory that's not coming. 

I battled long for 

A love I knew was strong 

But unknownst to me 

My love she flew to 

Another she knew to be stronger. 

Long wasted days, nights ablaze

With song and drink, all to

Keep me from thinking. 

Drugs and sex and games complex

To bind this wounded attention,

'Til the body's bent, the monies

Spent and no hope of either

Returning. 

My dreams of old, those

Loves grown cold, now fit but

For my funeral pyre's burning.