Red Maya

"Ghosts are famous for laughing. Saints laugh. Angels laugh. Laughter is the sound of Heaven, I think."

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Location: Tulsa, Oklahoma, United States

Cum catapultae proscriptae erunt tum soli proscript catapultas habebunt... When catapults are outlawed, only outlaws will have catapults.

Monday, October 31, 2005

Friday, October 21, 2005

formless into form

Dream it into being
always starting at the beginning
never giving it an ending
useless story
nothing sane about it at all

strangers dancing
twilight bending
as the light of day is melting
so strange that it should stay a dream

((power off - alarm clock blinking
12:00am...12:00am...12:00am...
forehead sweaty-cannot move-screaming inside-want to wake up
kick the ghost that is staring
away from the end of my bed
...useless
he stays
waits for sunshine
morning light
springs arrival
so he can sleep
and I can open blue eyes
to morning light))

where friends are dancing
formless into form
a dream gaining consciousness
inside a moment of truth

golden eyes, bleeding tears
happiness rages underneath
blue meets the gold
blends into one
and rain falls downward
from a hushed and contented heaven






Friday, October 14, 2005

creature


Temperaments trembling
lost and grieving on a cold kitchen floor
my secret spilled out
surrounding my caved-in skull
the pill I took

the hell that shook
my sanity into being
placate me
lie to me
hip hip hooray for you
and your false sense of accomplishment
the blood on your hands is real this time
the breath you stole was not yours to take
call it what you will
suspend the stars in my eyes
the blue is pure
and the sky is clear tonight
I wear this pain like a cloak
I hide it, will forever deny it
~the creature crawling inside
wake up and dance-you twisted thing
I dare you
destroy whats left
come and cover the night
and take the the moon too
come out so I can see you
come out and stand ready to be defeated....

rapt~



the beauty in your eyes
surrounds my heart
like ecliptic darkness
and blankets me
under a fabric made up of angels











Tuesday, October 11, 2005

the messenger

sending angels to you
with gifts
trapped inside lovely, shimmering paper lanterns...

a maddening scream
a beautiful dream
of a twilight scene

that finds the both of us laughing
the stars above, swirling and dancing
and my heart racing

a hidden, grief-stricken tear
ingested rage and fear
and my love at war with despair

mesmerizing bliss
in a stolen kiss
all of the joy that you cant help but miss

my trembling hands
touching the golden strands
and waiting for your command

the heartbreaking melodies
glowing, random bits of singing dreams
where my heart can be found, beating underneath

my honest intent
crawling into wet cement
for a life that I only rent

tragic and heart-wrenching sighs
the water pooling in your golden eyes
trapped inside my heart for all time

the beautiful dream that will not manifest
the deluded hope that never rests
plaited to a reality that we give our best

...these are my pieces
bliss and misfortune intertwined
where incomprehensible darkness meets swelling, dancing light





Monday, October 10, 2005

Maria Taylor - Song Beneath the Song

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"Cryptic words meander
Now there is a song beneath the song
One day you'll learn
You'll soon discern its true meaning
An interesting detachment
A listless poem of love sincere
Desire, despair
Overlapping melodies"

Saturday, October 08, 2005

prayer


light of the seraph
star of evening june
come back to me
so I can touch the blue

Friday, October 07, 2005

sleep to dream

I cant hide
been found out

you've seen me
touched the place where I dream

moment trapped
a stifled shout

under the weight of glass
beneath my sea

everything lost
yet something found

hide the roses
and sleep to dream

not enough, my love

perfect and constant
is the dreary glass sea
where ghosts and wicked things
lurk silently beneath

this murk you call home
is just north of hell
where you send dreams above
in empty shells

you have made a captive again
of blessed mother moon
and sapped all of her strength
sending all movement to its doom

you cannot see the light of truth
in your underwater cave
that which cannot be taken back
that which has sealed our fate

there is pretense in your sorrow
something false in your regret
you make friends with the devil
and ask me to forget

I stand impervious to this display,
to passion that is weak
how dare you converse with demons
while you measure the width of my dreams

while you cower under sunken ships
wishing that I would simply drown
I am soaring above with angels
sending stolen laughter down

solitude

"A hundred surreal stories made up each day's news, and each day's inevitable civilized conversation. So I ran from this, as much as anything else. I ran for the solitude, the whiteness of snow, the brutal indifference of towering trees and tiny winter stars."

from Anne Rice's Servent of the Bones

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

*dream speak*

im lost
trapped inside a dreamworld
that wont wake up

slide down
into blue dreams
your magic stardust
has overpowered all of my truths
and shown me a different path

this is madness
Im chasing the rainbow again
and yet there you always are
perfect and bright like angels
you are my fantastic fantasy
the perfect creation
the dream child
who is now awake
and dancing in starlight
yet I lay sleeping
by the ice covered window
and dreaming still
in my shattered glass world
unable to touch the light

I'm waiting for you
waiting for your daylight
so my eyes can open
so we can finally say hello...
hello from the dream maker - to the dream child
from the creator - to her creation

but it will not wake
the dream is cruel
have you been dreaming me too?
is this real?
or is this only an obsessive masquerade?
I remember you...
that is real
the rain, the ice, the snow...
very real
"I could have picked you out of a million faces!" I scream. "You know what I say is truth."
"I remember your eyes that night," you reply "we drank and then we danced, until we collapsed."
I tremble and cry softly, "see my sadness, for I cannot be with you. See my weakness, for I cannot move."
You smile and seek to comfort me, "we are fated you and I, my stardust but only lights the way...give it time and take some rest...the dream needs time to manifest."
you give me your wings
so that i may fly home
and strengthen my resolve
I leave the blue
leave the dream to you
and take wing out of this madness like an angel




Monday, October 03, 2005

just for clarification...

"Flames" by VAST

"close your eyes
let me touch you now
let me give you something that is real
close the door
leave your fears behind
let me give you what you're giving me
you are the only thing that makes me want to live at all
when i am with you
there's no reason to pretend
that when i am with you
i feel flames again
just put me inside you
i would never ever leave
just put me inside you
i would never ever leave you"


(-sitting here, listening to the sound of my heart, and sending you my stars...)

*the starcatcher*



you break me
and bleed me
so I don't know which way to spin my universe

my starlight glistens high above you
look up and dream
catch my stars
Im falling all around you
always falling down beneath your beautiful blue

do you know how beautiful you are?
do you know that I could fall forever?
fall into you...

catch my stars
they are meant for you

do what you must
let come what may
but when the sun is covered in grey
my night will hold you
my stars will always fall for you

look up - catch me
I am falling down all around you...

dizzy girl

you make me dizzy
like a silly little girl
I wear sadness like a shell
but I'm spinning inside
can you tell?

the breath inside my body
gets trapped in my throat
and I feel like I'm on fire
I live for these moments
when I get caught in your eyes

stand beside me
you make me feel beautiful
stand inside of me
you make me feel alive

Sunday, October 02, 2005

illness

silently, she sits
waiting for the mirror pool to swell
wanting some encouraging sign
or at the very least, a vague reply
fallen over backwards
then in on herself
she is living in a dreamworld
where down is up and up slants sideways
her carelessness
could write the pages preceding her doom
a bystander would think that she didnt care at all
does she?
(shoulder shrug)
If she tripped and fell
who would pick her up?
would you?
her angelic partner in crime
you wear your halo like a king
tireless, yet you wont fight this
well she is tired of not fighting
she wants to give the rat some cheese
and be done with this
but its useless
it cant be fought
believe me, she is wide awake
and aware of that bitter fact
but she needs some consideration
she's dug tunnels trying to protect these stones
and even though her illness has burnt a hole through her head
she will keep digging
she will keep following that ill-fated horizon
even though it leads to her doom
just to feel the maddening pulse
of unrequited love awhile longer...
just to look at the stars in your eyes...



Saturday, October 01, 2005

slip inside

slip me on
bend me and twist me
I will have you bleed under my touch

I give this moment to you
you are my captive
but I would let you feel me - whats left of this

slip deep inside my dream
feel what you have never known
tremble under the touch that would suffocate this emptiness

pale wet skin
dripping with all of the years
of aching hunger

I see you
I see the light as well as the shadows
and I need them both

we are the same, you and I
we bleed the same
and we are both trembling under the weight of these stones

make me see
make me feel
make me bleed for you

in this beautiful darkness
you are me
and I am you