Almost, but not quite, entirely unlike a sonnet

Yesterday's forgotten burning scars
Adorning arms lit by tomorrow's twilight,
with love that can't be soothed by any holy skylight,
their bearer wants one just to watch the stars

And with the music of ambivalent guitars,
the contemplation so immortal through the night,
the comic contrast of perfection and of blight,
so paradoxically affecting his ideal farce

Who knows, perhaps someday he'll see
The reason why to know what's sweet
Can bitter up a life in light of inner trouble
And otherwise relaxing cup of tea
Becomes an elongated contemplation of defeat
That locks him in his ego's crooked bubble

a Golem to a Golem

Stardust and attention spans,
we're all full, full of something, full of it
leaning away together makes one
odd looking shadow -- an instant hit.
Tom, if it could end, I'll take that whimper

Hoping for a bang,
instead a hollow thud,
you see what's in front,
you fear what's behind,
we fear the future,
whilst trapped in our pasts.

...but mousie, thou are no thy-lane,
in proving foresight may be vain...

Stardust and attention spans,
keeping balance while stepping backwards,
and single minute's choice,
to turn our head, and risk a fall,
to glimpse ahead, and see the path behind.

Pray for new ease,
instead of old,
know that if you are,
the only master of you,
then you are a slave to no-one,
but yourself.

Nu femme de Ximnu

What do you want?
A catalyst of my eternal torment
Delivered by my own hand and thought
And sourced within my very soul
I cannot fault you even for a moment,
Yet you and you alone wield this power,
What do you want?

Where do you aim?
You're stuck without easy answers,
And cannot move with sacred grace,
But when the lights go out,
Your mind fills with dreaming, sacred dancers,
Yet you and you alone wield this power,
Where do you aim?

Why do you do, the things you do?
What's right and what seems right differ,
Observers are our court, but we're our own judge,
and judges swayed by nearby opinion,
just make the corpse of justice even stiffer,
Yet you and you alone wield this power,
Why do you do, the things you do?

What do you want?
Yet you and you alone wield the power,
To want, to aim, to do, to crush
This dreaming, dancing, flying lover,
You and you alone,
Hold that dreaming, sacred brush.