The Enchanter's Theorem

The Laughing Heart

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

–Charles Bukowski

Pain is no reason for stopping
Giving up is the only crime
Put a knife in my hand, I'll keep running
Keep going, do or die

This world is one of our making
No other hand, no other mind
My eyes may burn from the waking
But I'd rather wake than sleep walk

It's not the life I wanted
But what is?
I'll keep going, even haunted
It's better than an early grave

Don't call me home yet, Lady
You'll have to drag me from the field
Don't tell me it's over, Lady
I'll know that well enough in my bones

So one last toast to the Dead
A remembrance for the rest who are dying
I just need to stay out of my head
And remember it's enough to just live




copyright 2008 Angela N. Hunt

My gut churns
Angry
My eyes burn
Tired
One good day
Gets followed
Gets beaten by
One bad day
Constant
Balance
I would tip
The scales
More good here
Than bad
More benefit
Than constant payment
For the little
I have



copyright 2008 Angela N. Hunt

I've never been
But I dream the Dakota plains
Spring green in the rain
A herd of sky horses
Running through
Clouds obscuring the blue sky
The smell of rain just gone
Strange dream
No idea the meaning
But I'll not question
Let me dream Dakota
Or let it dream me



copyright 2008 Angela N. Hunt

Moon in a silver cup
Desert longing for rain
Dreams leaving empty
All pass away with
The sound of sirens
Echoing down the stone canyons
Glass reflecting sky
In trapped panes
Souls in steel cages
With no hope for that Moon

That Moon
I see her in my hope
Since dream is long gone
The heat of the concrete
Takes them and my heart
Hollow and a stone
Together they make no beat
No flesh
A bone of no strength
Brittle and tired

Tired
No matter the sleep
No sea to drown in
The world stays thin
Bare in the daylight
But not the honesty
Of true nudity
Just bare of feeling
Mechanical and rote
No room for that silver, silver Moon


copyright 2008 Angela N. Hunt