She

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She was that iron phoenix, rising like a storm conjured at the back of a blistered mind; torn by love, torn by hate, torn by a desolate night and an unrelenting sight; that mid-day sun, that starless sky, she was a morning dove’s cry; that mystery, that unrelenting history you could never quite recall, but in her eyes you… you saw it all; the dove, the crow, and the feast they’ll both sow, and the song that was sung the day their hearts were finally won, spun, out under that traveler’s… sun.

 

La Fée

10/26/2018

© Odyne La Fée 2018

She Flew

she flew

Straight to you, and that southern star

She buried her heart like it was lightening in a jar

Out of nowhere, out of reach

She was the midnight child you could never quite… teach

Like sands, worn by that tidal force

She withstood them all, a painted horse

A solitary discourse

Full of nothing

and

Remorse

 

Why…Like an arrow to its target

You were the mission she could never quite

Forget

Regret…

Hell, even sublet

 

And that anticipated flood…

Why, it was always the venom in her blood

My turtle dove, my wilting rose…

Why, she flew to you

Like them two old

Crows

And you… why of course

You Arose

Like some goddamn sight to be seen

Like some goddamn uncommon thing

You…

You shiny golden ring

You…

History’s

Wellspring.

 

La Fée

10/23/2018

© Odyne La Fée 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What Heart Is This

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You beat like sunrise on a desert sky

You thrum like the endless ocean tide

You burn like autumn in a northern clime

And yet still you are not mine

 

Oh, detest me if you will

Tender heart for the pain I instill

Through this terrible dream

A nightmare as beautiful as any seen

 

Yet what heart is this

That still cannot resist

Forever’s fatal twist

Or fate’s ironic kiss

 

What heart is this

That ever-survives

Because a stranger

Lives and thrives

 

 

La Fée


10/06/2018


© Odyne La Fée 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I

That Loyal Hound

Came like Sunday

Never thinkin’ you’d look my way

A someday that one day

I knew would never come

 

So I

 

Danced while people were watching

and

Sang like no one could hear

 

Because I

 

Fade into nothing whenever you weren’t near

 

So I

 

Held you in my heart

Right there from the very start

No strings

No tethers

No maybe someday will be better

 

Till one day…

 

I

 

disappear.

 

RE

 10/04/2018

 © SQP 2018

A Murdered Mime

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Today I sat with Kierkegaard and Tolstoy… Nietzsche was there too… as was Plath, and Woolf.  And just like we were all old friends we sat and talked over my afternoon tea and a contemplative smoke.  And together we wandered in the malaise that was, and is, life.  And I wondered at all the brilliance, despite the darkness that seemed to haunt every thought, as well as the darkness that lingered… despite the harsh afternoon sun.  And well… I saw then… all of them… the paths we had yet to wander, and the thoughts we had yet to ponder… and yet… in the seeing… was utterly devastated.  For I saw then, what I had ever-refused before, a path that led you not here, to my waiting door… oh, how I had thought… and in that surety knew… what our eager hearts would do.  But this… this bitter consideration was something new.  What then did my aged advisors tell me to do?  What conjure did they claim would ward-off this devastating blow?  Why… they were as dumb and as deaf as a murdered mime, and their words rang with the hollow bitterness of time.  But in their silence gave… a much-needed clue.

 

La Fée

 10/03/2018

 © Odyne La Fée 2018

 

It Should Burn

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Cheers Blind Confusion by Joaquin Allen

It should burn, like a fire
A raging desire, as hot as any sun
It should consume, at a touch
It should feel like it’s nearly too much
Don’t stop
Never let it stop
Never let it stop
Once begun
It will drive you to new heights
And depths… oh the depths you will plumb
Ten thousand directions
And when you know… La Fée
You’ll know them all
As one

It should ache, like a famine
A toothache examined, and then reexamined
It should hurt, and throb, and drive you
To distraction
But give you traction
Compel you into… action
For the rapture
The seizure
You know follows the fever
Oh misbeliever,
What meager dreams
What petty schemes
Have you locked in at the seams?
When all along…
Just there…. at your fingertips…
An entire regime?

 

La Fée
10/03/2018
© Odyne La Fée 2018

 

 

Compelled

CompelledI traced my heart upon the sky…

But you were there…

With that twinkle in your eye

 

I went fishin for that ever-after dream

But you were there…

Just floatin down the stream

 

Oh my tender heart

Was poisoned

From the very start

 

But isn’t that your theme

Your scheme to keep everything clean

 

A million loves

Yet none’s the one

Nothing’s begun…

And nothing’s ever done

 

Till that one day

Some day

That lion-heart is finally won

Spun

Out on some highway

Some byway

 

Oh why can’t you come

My way

Into my fray

I swear…

You’d be ever-so compelled

To stay

 

 

La Fée

 

09/21/2018

 

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

 

 

Now You Shudder

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Oh how you roll from the back of my tongue

An endless question, barely begun

Spun

Like spinning wheels and galaxies

Like a rapturous disease

Or an unease

To plague my mind, body, and soul

Goddamn, how your eyes take their toll…

And those demons they extol…

Come now… it’s like a siren song

That devil horn, that unholy gong

Callin me from my seaward home

With that dark-worded tome

Those sinister sounds

That tear the Dark Fae from their mounds

And oh how she arose

To feast upon your mighty woes

Such tender flesh made rent

A lifetime you have spent

Building up those walls

Tell me, how fast they crumble with each of your squalls

My tender bud, my wilting flower

Now’s the time you give up that power

You never really had

Cuz thinkin so’s just gone-on and made ya sad

My devil dog, my ferocious beast

Ain’t it time you sat down to this feast?

 

La Fée

09/15/2018

 ©  Odyne La Fée 2018

 

 

 

 

 

Unhinged

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Tender you

Oh, how I render you

Helpless

Hapless

A stumbling bumble of

Babbling bits

I slay you

But never betray you

Display you

As you’ve never been shown before

Push you through that

Unhinged door

It’s time darling…

You learned how to explore

La Fée

09/09/2018

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

I Dare You

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You fear
Because she knows
That dark and tangled path
Your heart chose

But still you dare not go

Alone, and she ensnares you
She down-right dares you
To let that demon show
So its blessings it can bestow

But your conditioned belief
Instead offers relief
So you don’t have to think
Here…
Have another drink…

 

La Fée

08/28/2018

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

 

The Narcissist

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You thought you knew the secret wishes of my tender heart

Yet a thousand words without a question, is such a terrible start

You call it obsession, but it’s really suppression, of all but what you hope I’ll be

Tell me, what glamour is it that you see?

 

You thought you spoke a mysterious tongue

Noble and gentle like a wedding song sung

But slippery words are the devil’s work, and now… her work’s begun

 

For she sees in you that inward gaze

How it colors all your lovelies in such a tarnished haze

You, and your scrumptious malaise

Mmmm You didn’t know… that’s just my sort of craze

 

So darlin’, sit back and relax, I’ve got some entertaining to do

And try not to mind the sting when I chew

Oh, baby didn’t you know…

A narcissist is just sorta man I love to pursue?

 

La Fée

 

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Doesn’t It

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Doesn’t it just go on-and-on

Like my love for you

A devastation hidden from view

With nothing anybody can do

 

Doesn’t it just go on-and-on

Past where reason belongs

Past right and wrong

A train that’s missed the station

While I sat in bemused contemplation

 

Doesn’t it just go on-and-on

This infatuation, with no salutation,

Permeation, or reciprocation

A comedy made tragedy – simply through boredom

They need to call a post-mortem.

 

Doesn’t it just go on-and-on

That zest for life

Despite being balanced on the blade of a knife

Because cut either way…

I guess we all enjoy the play

 

La Fée

08/27/2018

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

 

Time’s Come

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I feel you… closer than ever, that creep-crawly way of yours

always draggin’ you… closer.  That scent on the wind, and I taste you,

anticipate you, and all that screaming you’ll do.

Oh come now, you always knew

that’s where we’ve been

headin’ to.

 

It takes its toll, that driving need, that fermenting seed,

that mindless deed.  Why my handsome steed, I see how weak in the knees,

how slick in the disease, you’ve become.  Out-strung, and yet still unwrung.

Like there’s not much more song to be sung

but you’ve hardly even begun.

 

But these… these are the days of miracle and splendor,

and it’s time you became that contender

that you so eloquently engender.  Before time marks you-out as just a pretender…

provender made of yesterday’s news…

a lovely, yet antiquated muse.

 

La Fée

08/25/2018

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

The Ritual

The Ritual

It takes a skilled and patient hand to wield the blade of time,
to peel back each layer, as if the filleting were sublime.
Why, it takes a tender, yet forceful touch, to know when’s ‘too much’,
and when pity’s just a silly crutch.

 

It takes fortitude and strength, to go to any length
to decimate the man, you were before; to carve a hole, dive in, and explore.
Why, it takes courage and wisdom, to see such a ritual through,
no matter the bleeding that you do, or the lust your cries imbue.

 

I won’t lie..
it takes a force of will and a desperate need to see it done
And passion and intensity, once its begun.
But oh… how the world will spin when you’re under my gun.

 

La Fée
08/22/2018

 

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

In Kind

Be Kind

It takes kind, to see kind… a like for every mind

Yours a dark and tangled knot… with a square-knot plot

gone awry.  Goddamn, and still you try… yet never will you comply

I get your reasons, but you forget that the seasons are always new

And treasons of the heart… well, they fall apart when you’re dealing with abstract art

So what will you do, chew… and stew… tell yourself that you’ll make do

When all along La Fée could have freed you?

 

La Fée

 

©  Odyne La Fée 2018