One Green Wordsmith: The Prince

One Green Wordsmith: The Prince: If you do not kiss the prince he turns to stone A moment as Medusa leaves a heart iced and alone If you do kiss the prince ...

The Prince

If you do not kiss
the prince
he turns to stone
A moment as Medusa
leaves a heart
iced and alone

If you do kiss
the prince
he turns to gold
Becoming a possession
will mean you do
what you are told

The path that shows
no love
is all you know
Must feel your heart
just once
or never glow

Watching Wall Street

Watching a river
as it turns
Picking up speed
then turning snow white
is so clinical

Watching my wages
saying goodnight
Before I have enough
to treat the world well
makes me critical

Watching old money
create the new greed
Grinding to dust
all the middle class seeds
should be criminal

Rolling down Wall Street
in a big tank
Growling like a rebel
with a black flag
would feel incredible

Watching my fortunes
as they turn
Keeping my traction
never let them burn
the individual

High Innocence

The lights of life
not meant to dominate
darkness has its place

A thought is bright
until it meets with fate
where the gold is chased

The color white
faces a swift attack
from a soft embrace

A devil raised
just to lay him down
invites the oldest curse

The give and take
follows my heart around
was it ever pure

Jena on the Mountain

She blended in the wind
Tried to hide her eyes
Then I followed a trace
of something so alive
It burned right through me

She showed me just enough
followed even closer
Focusing my thoughts on
feelings so intense
I was starting to fly

A movement in the night
Where pleasure is fighting
climbing even higher
flashing like lightning
Sparks against the sky
It burned right through me

Universe

Somewhere in this universe
in the lights
the Greys are watching
A count of our mistakes
adds up like scars
across the human face

The respect for all
the wonders in our world
has been bought and sold
The letters are fading

Patience for a race
to worship nature first
or see the damage done
is growing old
Somewhere in this universe
judgment is waiting

Paris

Ragged zombies stand in line
tasting a simple soup
before a spoon is raised

Someone saving pennies
in their mind
is so defeated
too ashamed to pray

Watching a sudden show
of violence
blend into the background
Paris
looks so far away