scorpions
to touchthe feelings
of sadness
that permeate
my heart
is like holding
a hundred scorpions
it can't be done
without much pain
the people around me
they speak
so do i
they walk
as do i
but they aren't like me
and i can't touch them
nor do i want to
the scorpions would feel better
but i do watch them
wallow in the mundane
of houses of cars
of money
of all the things
they really don't need
and i really don't have
but i want them
my secrets run deep
and my greed has run amok
and has brought me
sweet misery
which i wear
like a rope around my neck
waiting for the floor to fall
for night follows day
and punishment
it catches crime
but i refuse to be caught
and i refuse to be touched
and i refuse to be me
and it scares the hell out of me
i'm just a face
a mask with a smile
that hides a hundred miseries
like the scorpions
that sting my arms
i can't hide the pain
when i'm alone
in the dark
and dogs are howling outside
and i am wet
from the lonliness
that a shattered heart
reveals
but i never cry
i just sit
by myself
again
in the crowded cafe
watching the people
who i hate
and yet love
for they remind me
that i am not them
but i secretly want to be
but i know better
and i know that
these feelings
that i must feel
are what keeps me
always
out of the realm
of normal
the realm unknown
and a hundred scorpions
could never shock me
into sweet reality
or wipe the grin
off the cold mask
that passes for a person
in the working world
but in the quiet
of my bed
i feel the sting
and it hurts
but it's all right
it tells me i'm alive
and i have a reason
far removed from most
and yet incredibly...connected
even though i can never touch
or can i?
or should i?
the reason
the underlying reason
that scorpions sting
and men feel pain
i can only accept
that i am who i am
for this reason
and that all if good
i can't be anyone else
only myself
for better or worse
for love or lonliness
and angels are everywhere
and they make me soar
and dance
in blue moonlight
for i am a witch
or so it would seem
my magick is mine
and i alone see
the panorama of my life
and what is meant to be...
stop watching the people...
and start watching myself...
because this is my view
my world my life
my visions
my glasses are big
and i can look everywhere
and anywhere
and i can see
that there is peace
to be had
and the scorpions i can send
back to the desert
and i can manage my pain
and i make it my pleasure
by exploring the source
and realizing
that all will be well
for spirits always soar
and magic never dies
and scorpions
eventually
they leave you alone...