My Royal Cat
He knows where I sleep,
like a sneak thief he comes to my bed,
wakes me in the middle of the night,
steals my unfinished dreams to his own pleasure!
He molds me for his needs
just the way he should,
demending sick attention
sickening pleasure,
just to folfiled
his own desire!
As an old man mused me around,
fill my ears with guilt
while he knows very well,
the place his plate with food is !
He doesn't say alot but says what he needs,
and it's always the same ,
night after night,
to walk him downstairs keep him safe like a king !
What else one can do?
Grab the nightgown and feed damn cat,
then go back to bed and start new drams from scratch!
(Poetry Form: Divine - not included in list of selections)
The clock stood still in shock, refused to chime;
an old alarm designed to warn,
as sneak thief scrambled through
the window frame.
He thought he'd planned a perfect flawless crime;
they caught him in the early morn
when armored men in blue,
the coppers, came.
Not Midnight yet, not near that late
that lucky hour when sleep might come
Sleep the sneak-thief
slipping through the dark
to impale my eyes with gentle slumber
visions of half-truths and unseen wonders
But, I resist
unwilling champion of the night
Guardian of the shadows
Protector of the unborn morn
The babe of new beginnings
The end of endless night
The bright new boy, the hope, the day
Not Midnight yet, not near that late
That watchful hour
when stars are small bright gems
spread 'cross the velvet cloth
Creator's canvass
I await confessed, in darkness dressed
but, I hear no request, no master shown
No path that leads away from my own past
I stand my turn, my vigil
endless night my Holy test
My expectant waiting for daylight blessed
My fear, my eyes closing
to see my own lost innocence
Fear
No one is immune from fear there is some that is still healthy there down deep
inside of ewe ewe need that fear of GOD to live to keep from giving in to the fight
or flight the principle they taught to every man as gospel to survival. No the
redneck does not win the sneak thief in the night time came to learn the fear to
lesson men to teach them things better left alone to play as men but always
staying boys they try to further fear as some supernatural beast and lose the very
things they steal. A boy becomes a man when he leaves his toys alone. When
he grows up some. When he learns to walk alone. When he can walk away from
fight and kill no one and let the boys go home and lose his fear.
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