Deer Heart - 2012
Still your fleeting deer heart, dear hart.
These roads you run won't take you home tonight.
Rest your weary deer heart, dear hart.
Keep safe down in the ditches till dawn's light.
What grips your wary deer heart, dear hart?
Is it needles? Is it ice, or wires?
What burns your little deer heart, dear hart?
Is it dashing through funeral pyres?
And who holds your beating deer heart, dear hart?
Does it rest in the polished palms of liars?
Steal your precious deer heart, dear hart.
Fly away through the brambles and the briars.
Don't spend your noble deer heart, dear hart.
Give it not to those who would dash it to the ground.
You can't replace your only deer heart, dear hart.
Keep it safe and away from danger, bound.
Deer. - 2012
Can you see me?
Out here amongst the briars,
framed by a withered birch and a budding berry bush.
What am I?
A doe strayed from her herd
or a buck waiting for his crown?
You do not know
and you are no worse for not knowing than I am
because in this moment
this very second, thin and frail as a moth's wing,
it does not matter.
I am still deer.
I am deer I am deer I am deer.
War Song - 2015
The stars cut my throat
as I fight to cough them out
I bleed to light the darkness
my foggy path devout
sing whole galaxies
My heart is roaring thunder
my veins are sprawling trees
My lungs are alight
like a mountain on fire
I'm going supernova
Do not worry do not cry
a mermaid cannot drown
No fire kills the dragon
I am not going down
Unicorn - 2015
no one believes you are real
I think I know how you feel
Envied and treasured, a sigh at the thought
your value unmeasured and hunted and sought
But what would they do
if they really found you?
Believe me, Unicorn, you'd be better off dead.
They're never gonna see past that horn on your head.
"Oh what a burden that spire must be,
trust me I'm different, give it to me."
oh how I wish it weren't true
I wish that I knew what to do
They all want to fix me,
to show me I'm wrong,
that I've just been childish and scared all along
A life of disinterest mistaken for chaste
They sigh and they simper,
Oh what a waste
do you think I can come hide with you?