into the forest...

into the forest dark i wander
deeper still my heart ponders

the cry of the raven calls me home
never no more my spirit to roam

the call of the wild...

the call of the wanton wild
echoes from the little child

even the gods by her beguiled

keeper of the key to all is she
she flies the cosmos in utter glee
for only she knows what will be
this little child this child banshee
 
the steed of atonement does she ride
while under his hoofs worlds collide
and from his tongue the dead now cry
their pleas for mercy all denied
as prophets do in her confide

broken branches of peace once spoke
now devoured in crimson smoke
from in her hand with firey stroke
or can it be the demons woke
there is no hiding under cloak

riddles ride the aeolian winds
spreading ashes of those who sinned
too late now their acts to defend
no more time their lives to mend
for unto them her wrath descends

ancient answers wing their way
eleusinian mysteries be their stay
to live again carved in clay
if only they knew how to pray
but charred remains color their days

voices trickling from the past
homeric hymns spun in glass
this and more the child forecast
she was the first and is the last

this little child born of the wild
whose virgin birth they did defile
and now pay all who did her rile

this little child

pieces...

pieces of me
left behind
wonderin’ now
who’s gonna find
strewn ‘long the highways
and byways of yesterdays       

pieces of me
to set free
wonderin’ now
if that’ll ever be
kept under wraps way too long
never singin’ a pretty song

pieces of me
still inside
wonderin’ now
if they’ll hide
in that deep dark abyss
or do they even exist

those

pieces 

of

me

dawn's embrace...

hold me close hold me tight
hold me through the vicious night
and if the morn should find you gone

i shall love you more with the dawn

been so long...

been so long since the sun did shine
in this little ole’ heart of mine

body’s all tired an’ depressed
makes me think its possessed

pregnant spirit bout to burst
beginnin’ to see it’s a curse

ain’t had no lovin’ in such a long time
just hope i ain’t gotta turn to no crime

don’t know which is worse
love hunger or spirit thirst

neither one ain’t no good
but'cha know i done what i could

gotta wash away all this glum
need me a little jamaican rum

slip on my red dancin' shoes

step on out in life all new

git me a bite of somethin’ sweet

have me a little suga’ treat

gonna do more’n what i can
and git me a good-lovin’ man