Murder
copyright © 2005 Devon Aster
He reaches into the inner pocket
of his trench coat
and dangles the little bag
before the young boy’s eyes.
It’s full of white lies
and magic snow,
he promises wonders
the child has never seen.
The man hides within
the cracks and shadows,
away from the chirping birds,
the sunny park, and the searching mom.
“Just come with me.”
He holds out his hand,
thin pale fingers
reaching… reaching…
The young boy takes the hand
and the man smiles.
This is his profession,
the murder of innocence.
House of Cards
copyright © 2005 Devon Aster
It’s falling all around
this house of cards
falling down down down
I’m on the top floor
tumbling toward the ground
the cards fluttering
fluttering down down down
I can’t believe this
a house of cards
made of dreams and lies
I can’t catch myself
I’m falling
falling
smashing to the ground
It’s raining all around
cursed house of cards
raining down down down
I’m here on the edge
looking toward the ground
the lies pattering
pattering down down down
I can’t contain this
a house of cards
made of dreams and lies
I can’t save myself
I’m falling
falling
crashing to the ground
It’s fading all around
dead house of cards
slipping down down down
I’m lost in the storm
lying on the ground
the pieces shattering
shattering down down down
I can’t rebuild this
a house of cards
made of dreams and lies
I can’t brace myself
I’m falling
falling
dashing to the ground
I can’t… I can’t…
Oh God, it’s a house of cards
made of dreams and lies
I can’t hold myself
I’m falling
falling
falling to the ground
I can’t… I’m falling
falling
fallen to the ground.
Twisted Roads
copyright © 2005 Devon Aster
It’s all there is
I walk these paths
these twisted twisted roads
black on white, white on black
endless gray
stretching out into nothing
it’s all twisted before me
behind me
I can’t see past the next turn
maybe there’s a drop
a pit
where I’ll fall
onto the broken jagged rocks
want to stumble, stumble so bad
and break
finally break into
the millions of pieces
too many to put back together
I’ll
take one
and
cut it out, cut it all away
make it finally stop
make it finally go away
I’m trying to hold it all together
with string and tape
like a broken rag doll
with all her stuffing coming out
I keep saying…
I’m ok
ok
really ok
.
.
.
but I’m not
Feast of the Dead
copyright © 2005 Devon Aster
Drive me to the grave
to the grave
to the grave
where I’ll have dinner with the dead
We’ll drink hemlock tea
and eat puffer fish
Oh how it is
I wish
I wish
to be their guest for eternity
Drive me to a hell
to a hell
to a hell
where demons eat the souls of the dead
I’ll lay myself down
on the table top
Oh how it is
I wish
I wish
to have my worthless heart served round
Drive me to this void
to this void
to this void
where nothing is ever felt again
It’ll wash me away
to a nowhere place
Oh how it is
I wish
I wish
to escape the dreams of every day
Cleanse Me
copyright © 2004 Devon Aster
Cleanse my soul, O God
Wash this pain away
Let the rain streak down my face
Falling over my features
Stripping away the layers of my mask
Let this hurt fade away
O God, I’m holding out my arms
Open to the racing wind
Take it all away, God, take it all away
I want to feel free again
I want to be free to fly
Ama Non Queyta
aka
Sara’s Lament
copyright © 2004 Devon Aster
On a hill, by the sea
waiting patiently
there for my love
where’s my love?
Morning comes, to the sea
watching over me
here for my love
come my love.
Watch for thee, watch the mists flying out to be
washed by the sun, by the sun god.
Colors pale over waves, over silver veils
cover my heart, touch my heart.
Winds flow by, over sea
moving restlessly
call for my love
sing my love.
Dew drops fall, from the sea
stroking silently
ache for my love
oh my love.
Sea birds cry, watching all sailing through the sky
tell of my love, my love has gone.
Can you see where my heart, where my heart should be
here in my arms, in my arms.
On a hill, by the sea
waiting patiently
there for my love
yes my love.
Through the mists, through the sea
coming back to me
is this my love
here’s my love.
Angry Woman
copyright © 2004 Devon Aster
Angry Woman
alone in the night
Angry Woman
tired of the fight
Angry Woman
cry so loud
Angry Woman
don the shroud
Angry Woman
your tears are shed
Angry Woman
your soul has fled
Angry Woman
can’t you see
Angry Woman
you are me
Lily
copyright © 2003 Devon Aster
Precious lily
down through the field
tucked by a mountainside
Dropping dew
sparkling tears
as night passes by
Does your heart soar
at the first creeping light
that gentle touch of God
Do you tremble
unfolding yourself
trusting the sun to stay
Precious lily
waiting so long
for the shadows to melt away
Spread your rays wide
taking inside
all that the sun has to give
Does your color brighten
a testament to your heart
giving back what you can
Do you show in your face
the love that you feel
smiling straight at the sun
Precious lily
beginning to bend
your leaves touching the ground
Such a sorrow
starting to grow
within the light of day
Does your spirit ache
when the sun arcs down
going so far away
Do you mourn so
the fading warmth
closing in on yourself
Precious lily
through the field
tucked by a mountainside
Sinking down
sighing low
holding fast to hope
Does your face hide
behind a mask of nothing
waiting for the dew to cry
Do you weep inside
dying within the shadows
for the day to come again
Unknown
copyright © 2000 Devon Aster
I shut my mouth
so I do not scream
but the sound echoes in my mind.
I sit there wondering
if I really exist.
Can I exist
if no one knows me?
The emptiness is everywhere
it is where I live.
I try to fill it
with hope and love and dreams.
But my hope never gives fruit
my love seems to fall and disappear
my dreams are mere wisps of nothing
that are broken the moment I realize
I am not there.
I fall into fantasy
I hear someone call my name
I look over my shoulder
I am still alone
Unknown.
Shadow
copyright © 1998 Devon Aster
It lingers there,
a shadow in the door.
I raise my hands to keep it away.
Go away, go away
It puts a hand on the doorjamb
and a coldness fills the room.
But it comes not for me.
For another, another it seeks.
Do not take this away from me,
my nurturer, my strength.
Tears do not sway it.
My voice it does not hear.
I stand in front of it,
but the ghostly hand goes through.
It snatches the light.
Steals it away.
I couldn’t stop it,
my guilt overtakes me.
A voice speaks to me.
Goodbye, goodbye