My name is Casey

Like Most Revelations

It is the movement that incites the form,
discovered as a downward rapture--yes,
it is the movement that delights the form,
sustained by its own velocity.And yet

it is the movement that delays the form
while darkness slows and encumbers; in fact
it is the movement that betrays the form,
baffled in such toils of ease, until

it is the movement that deceives the form,
beguiling our attention--we supposed
it is the movement that achieves the form.
Were we mistaken? What does it matter if

it is the movement that negates the form?
Even though we give (give up) ourselves
to this mortal process of continuing,
it is the movement that creates the form.

Richard Howard


You turn to me with frozen lips
Your hands are icy cold
Your eyes burn bright against the frostbit sky
You never seemed more lovely than you do tonight
Pale on the horizon,
Like leaves frozen on the snow
Our two shadows merge inseperably
And time stands still as its pierced with cold

The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
I love you

There's a warmth in my heart
That haunts me when you're gone
Mend me to your side,
Never let go
So time knows nothing
We'll never grow cold
The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
I love you
Twilight descends on our silhouette
How soon spring comes
How soon spring forgets
I wanna hold time, say it'll never begin
Old man winter, be our friend
Old man winter, be our friend
The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
What's simple is true
I love you
I love you

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Monday, February 07, 2005

 

It is your rage I wear;
Dark stained alabaster
Marking me as your girl
Call me your little girl?
Love me with your passion--
You're acting of passion
Tearing at the building
Made with no foundation.
I stand defiantly
Inside the paper walls
To protect me from your
Passion, deep and moving passion,
Love me with your passion!
Bruise me with your passion!
Bracing for your passion,
I wait for the last huff
And puff of yours-- bad wolf
Pausing for the ashes--
Ashes, we all fall down.
You make us both fall down.
Father, please understand,
Your need to destroy me
Defines and erodes me
So we both fall deeply
Careening down towards earth
A fall from grace-- blame me
Wings of wax you made me
It is your rage I wear!
I can feel it on me
I can feel it dripping
Down my skin, scarlet wings
Mottled delicate wings...
Blame me for my fall, please!
I took it so ill-equipped,
Call me your little girl!
Love me with your passion!
It is your pain I feel!
In fists and screams, I feel
Daddy, its not my fault
Go ahead and blame me:
Go ahead and break me!
Break my spirit and my
Meaning, please do daddy
Please let me hurt for you
'Til we see eye to eye

I love you |6:29 PM