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Would you let me out of the game?

The Dead Lady Of Stone
Evan Pellegrini
9-4-08 ©

In her house of stone I see her the lady of death
Peaceful but terrible she seems, silent sentry of the ages
Face of many colours, the full spectrum painted by the sun
She knows not my name hers echoes through my long dreams
Unblinking the lady of stone, half smile carved upon her regal face
What did her language sound like as it rolled off her tongue
I imagine the scent of her wax perfume cone as it melts over her hair
Electrum was the colour she wore upon her feet
Shaved head concealed by the finest intricate wigs of her day
I can see her now sitting in the morning sun
Surrounded by cats and ibises warm breezes play with her gown
Who does she wait for, was it me in another time
I feel I’ve been here, just a memory, colours on my wall at sunset
How did she die, was it herself that took her life
Did old age and loneliness win in the end
All I have is this picture of her stone face
And some jackass’s interpretation of life and death
Quinacridone gold sands swirl and blow in the winds that hide voices
Ultramarine fades into red orange skies revealing the stars of Nut
Cool breezes blow about me like a thousand timeless hands
They try to tell me something of the past I strain to listen
My restless thoughts are full of jackals and cosmic barges of gold and fire
Uraeus on her head protects her through the chaos that the ancients feared so
Astrological funerary pall of royal blue how I wish I could have traveled with her
Rose quartzite sarcophagus her flesh eating box of eternity
Gilded wooden bier her delicate remains rest upon the end of her suffering
Shrouded body bedecked in perfume cones and many flowers of magnificent colour
Encased in three gilded shrines she is concealed from the living
Underworld deities surround her death chamber to ensure she will always be here
Does she ever get tired of the hot dark loneliness she has become a part of
Alabaster shabti line her rishi painted limestone walls
Wedjat-eyes look out for her as she dreams herself around the Nile
The lady of stone holds many secrets from her cliff house hideout
I think of her as I watch her cross the sky in her barge of fire
The ozone is her ocean in a timeless journey to the other side
The journey never ends it’s a cycle that is repeated again and again
Not bad for a lady of stone
I long to go home

Silver Fish
Evan Pellegrini
8-26-©

I wish I were a rock in your dead garden of sand
Sitting glimmering in the sun
Armies of ants march to and fro
Beware the snow don’t show no emotion
For they might take you away
Locked in your tower like- head
Silver chariot is all I'll ever see
More than you blind on life’s highway
Blistered and sealed my eyes are closed
Thoughts disguised by swirls of ultramarine
Silver fish heart wraith fills me with wrath
Crafted ideas melt before shy faces
An endless sea they have become
Moonlight on my pillow
Reminder of the silver I’ll never know
Like a river my yearning is flowing
Pathetic and small am I
Swirling birds of violet and jade
Midnight and light
Magpies fill my thoughts
In this distant place
Fragmented feelings run as an open sore
Indigo canyons beckon to me
Mystical sounds are bound on ancient winds
Far away flats of Sage
Bathed in Moon’s silver light
Give me no reprise from the thought of her
Silver fish anguish floods me
Maize grows as tall as the chasm between us
Two worlds no portal
Carmathine floats in her window
Lamp black is her hair
Sorrow brings relief
For I finally feel something
Her misery intrigues me
Daylight lady I won’t run don’t shun
It can never be see she doesn’t see
Quinacridone gold splatters the wall at sunset
Was that the time of day the world almost lost you
Crimson river from wrists my hand knows the song well
I don’t come to you with sympathy I come for you
Ride out of here with me silver fish
I long to be with you when your raven tresses fade to silver
The colour that so beguiled me
Warmth on the south side of a hill in winter
Bathed in the distant pale sun
You bring this when I catch a glimpse of you
Lonely as alpenglow colder than a clear winter night
I stand-alone as I always do
So I paint my face with indifference
Seal it with silence hide from my thoughts
I want to breathe but deny myself the privilege
Silver fish swims in my sight dipping and turning
Round and round she goes rarely does she smile
Down the highway she flies ever faster always out of reach
I force myself to find hope I must be dumber than rope
As I turn away I see her taking a glimpse of me
A faint smile flows across her pale face
Then I’m gone around a corner
The torment continues
As I wait for the Silver Fish

Ringing through my open ears...