There is sadness
Portrayed that seeks my soul
Let us tend to your hurts
Where love is the potion.

Hold us close
Others are kept at bay
This fear of being
Must decline as it is fragile

Think of us each morning
Before you start your day
We will walk with you
Along rough ways

Picking up the stones
That are strewn there
Then you may journey
Without these cares

Take up our ways
As they are there to use
Just for a fleeting time
As we have been told of you.

drench
cause
purposes
in cap fallen
dizzy knee
gulps

the fire gasp
gust glow
like the steady
twist
high and higher

tip it in
tilt it out
sadness
and armor
that will sleek
away
the ruin
but not a pretty
youth

yet

the welt of tears
on a windowsill
where you walk
cat footed

come come
with a palm
on the suede

drench rains
i can feel the dampness
of the pain

Dull aches of the Lion-Heart
Fantasies smashed and left like wreckage
on the 'Yellow Brick Road'

The Wizard has left the scene

Shocked monkeys lie twitching
as he looks to the sky for the twister
that destroyed his beliefs

“We're not in Kansas anymore”

Tin-men don't cry, they just rust away
waiting for rescue.
The oil-can is empty

and gas is cheap.

Night settles around the breeding-grounds
The Velvet Fog of your voice
turns to sirens of despair

Had Jesus Chris just recanted what he stood for, he could have escaped death but he didn't. Instead, he accepted death - a death that was violently and viciously thrust upon him.

Joan of Arc at first retracted her claims to the visions she had in exchange for life but later, retracted her retractions and was sent to the stake to be burned.