Aria In Green

Green light, green dreams come to rock me to sleep
Your memory comforts me, ease me deep
Such brightness can never really be gone
Haunting bass and baritone echoes on

Release what's inside, I know you were right
I can still hear your voice in the night
Sending .... "Laugh, cry, challenge reality."
Oh, the green man brings luminosity

Be an open book, I know you were right
I can still feel your presence in the night
Suspended in dusk, touch of Halloween
Oh, rocking mist come aria in green

A thousand candles, a thousand windows
Green dreams come swaying and the green light glows
Lyrical flickering reflects to fly
Softly ... a tall, winged shadow passes by

(c) Kay Irvin
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~ For Peter Steele (January 4, 1962 - April 14, 2010)
... and his family, friends & fans {with my Love}
One of my favorite songs is the Type O Negative
version of "Summer Breeze" ...
- - "A little light-a-shinin' in the window
let's me know everything's all right."
:: Other TON songs ::
Green Man, Suspended In Dusk & Halloween In Heaven
The candle in the window reference (has varied meanings):
A guide to the way back home, friendship to travelers,
... and/or loyalty to a loved one
And there are more than a thousand
... Peter meant a lot to many more
Metal/Rock mourned the loss of a few in 2010 including:
Ronnie James Dio and Paul Gray (Slipknot)
Thoughts & Love to their family, friends & fans as well

Maybe

Maybe my perspective is obsolete
Maybe your directive is incomplete
Something's unclear, some anchor is obscure
Puzzlement and detachment, as it were
(All scenarios are dysfunctional)

Caught up within the mesmeric ideal
Caught up til endeavor is overkill
Maybe nostalgia is our deja vu
Maybe you're bored and I haven't a clue

Maybe I'm a one stop philosophy
Maybe today is one shot poetry
Balladry is fifty-five words or less
Odyssey is potluck, shall I repress?
(All scenarios are dysfunctional)

Caught up within the mesmeric ideal
Caught up til endeavor is overkill
Maybe you're sweet spot, chink in the armor
Maybe I'll leave, maybe I'll love you harder

(c) Kay Irvin

Winter Rose

Around and round and falling down
And in descent, there is no sound
Snow angels and snow castles form
Beneath dark skies, among a storm

Crystalline when the sunlight shows
Melting with flit of morning crows
That essence sleeps (though in repose)
Just for a time, the Winter Rose

Chasm outreaches with white gold
Window glass is a touch so cold
Night breeze like airy thorns transform
Returning, yearning to be warm

Crystalline when the sunlight shows
Melting with flit of morning crows
That essence sleeps (though in repose)
Just for a time, the Winter Rose

(c) Kay Irvin

Madame, Queen, Lady

Madame, I am here
And gift your garden
I'm knocking, placing an "x" by three
My quest is dreamy
I entrust you with my reverie

I come with flowers
I come as a simple stargazer
Quick, as a razor
Grant a wish to me
Slash the sorrow, Queen, with your beauty

Guide me, show me path
As marble leads and lines mystic ground
Gateways are spellbound
All is a journey
Among worlds that bridge infinity

I come with ribbons
I come for strength and serenity
If I am worthy
Madame, Queen, Lady
Wave some magic for my destiny

(c) Kay Irvin


~ Written about: Madame Marie Laveau,
"Voodoo Queen" of New Orleans [1794-1881]
People, even today, bring gifts to her tomb ...
And often leave "xxx", or knock 3 times,
(asking for a wish or for good luck) ~

Hellions

There's no pleasing everyone
It's delirium to try
(ask me why)

Sewing circles needle lies
Silvery threads had sewn my eyes
Lashes ripping, open wide
But they'll never care what's inside

The hellion and wild child lives
Through hypocrisy-laced motives
Even if you cater whims
Some would stitch you with requiems

If they can't think on their own
And self-righteous snare make their throne
Let the instigators rejoice
And beset purl seal up their voice

Hellions, rebellions, anarchy
Not trendy circle's cup of tea
There's no pleasing such snobbery
It's delirium to try
(can you see why?)
(can you see why?)

(c) Kay Irvin

Hard Candy Kiss

A heart may choose settle
A heart may choose habit and cling
Pretending by and by
Defending choices that wing
Those dreams flew far away
Can't go back, trying to move on
They just wake up one day
Sedation's sugared gild has gone

All the world's mad
Love in such a rave is wish
On and gone, on and gone
Hard candy kiss

A heart breaks for a minx
A heart breaks for a playboy's ploy
Befitting as consumed
Unwitting mark and vampire's toy
Those cherries on top soured
Can't find will, trying to find might
They just wake deflowered
Disenchantment is bloody bite

The smitten, crazy vibes
Revolving the confection
Looking for affection
All the world's mad
Love in such a rave is wish
On and gone, on and gone
Hard candy kiss

(c) Kay Irvin

Rumination

Nightmares are very real
They surround me, as steel
It's been quit awhile
Since I meant a smile
(Nightmares are very real)

Heavy pendulum cradles aching
And tears fall like icicles breaking

If I could silence the confusion
I would tumble towards conclusion
These times, these days, these hours might make sense
Right now, I can't grasp for anything
And a black sun veins to taint the clouds
Spectral horizon is yet to bend
But I have to believe that it will be again

Tangled mood becomes froze
I turn inward repose
I cannot remember
Free-spirited ember
(Tangled mood becomes froze)

Heavy pendulum cradles aching
And tears fall like icicles breaking

If I could slip from the depression
I would stumble towards progression
These times, these days, these hours might make sense
Right now, brooding edge encloses me
And a black sun veins to taint the clouds
Prismatic skyline is yet to send
But I have to believe that it will be again

(c) Kay Irvin

Perfect Reflection

See ... the lover's connection
Alongside looking glass that ties
You move, I move, perfection
Collecting warmth that weaves your eyes

See ... the lover's reflection
Window to window, backgrounds fade
Touch to touch and direction
Passing through your light, love arrayed

The fighter stirs the Lionheart
The sage comforts the broken soul
The poet draws the dreamer
The joker lifts the child grown old

This mirror can't shatter
Nothing else, here, matters
Except unflinching sun
And two become as one

(c) Kay Irvin