JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
The wind blowing through my hair, As I look at the sharp rocks beneath, Should I jump? If I do, Ill be forever gone, Leaving all the bad memories, I take the razor and slit my wrist I enjoy the pain, I do it again and again, I can't bear the pain any more, I stand near the edge with just my feet holding me up, I take one more step closer, To my death to my peace and my sorrow,
I jump off the edge; I feel like a bird, Soaring through the air, I look up, I say good bye to the cuts and bruises, The memories flash through my mind, Like lightening, I fall I hit the rock's,
I'm no longer here to suffer the pain, So as I lay were I die, I'm bleeding more than ever, My sprit lifts and I'm for ever gone, No more cuts no more, I can't bear the pain you made me feel,
