Pygmalion Tea

In conversations spoken

So very long ago,

Were echoes of my fated past,

Broken heart and contrite soul.

 

At once I voiced such tepid thoughts

And thence they came to be

But, what once intended to detail

Became a part of me

 

Oh, Galatea, maiden!

Cold grey stone from cell

Thy conversion hath reduced me

To unstable, plighted shale

 

Err I knew that I were right

In things I then pretense,

Never would I have ventured speech

Of such harrowing sentence.

M. Thomas Eves, 2004

My Dream

In arms, a dog I carried along
For she was old and not so strong
Her ribs did twitch and shook her bod

My feet too were cold and unshod
It was late and t'wards home we did go
Her eyes gazed at me through the maelstrom of snow
Though, I could run, her walk was slow

But never without her would I go.

There the man on a darken stallion us shade
And bid me that we make a trade
I shook my head with disgust and forbade
And back to our trail our fate we made

Indeed, on a horse to home I might well have rode
Instead with my friend in arms I strode.

M. Thomas Eves - 2001

A Joyful Ring

A ring could be such a simple thing,
If it wasn't a symbol of love;
If the covenant made
wasn't piously sent from above.

In which perpetual circles
Made of metals - Shining;
To beloved ones
Forever held in circle binding.

Only then would happiness'
soft descent like a dove
Eternally knowing that no bounds
Could break such love.

Thus, so could be
the complexity
of a simple ring.

Now, the symbol of such
is yours and mine from God
He has entrusted us with love
and will with more yet.

And when distant from one another
or on separate soils trod,
I'll take with me
the memory
of the Love I can't forget;

And wait to be reunited with
The One I've loved so long
Never a moment
of our sacred union forget.

M. Thomas Eves - 2001

He Give Not Love

Where man doth take but not to wife

Leaves he behind a broken life

His bastard child from the start

Unstable fight to fall apart

Like an ass to carry a heavy load

Leaden far too; bear alone

He gives no love, nor conscience of

His broken hearted son

Breed forth ache,

the next of kin

The inheiritance of such

None wish to win

Yay, have not love

Nor concept of

Such lifeless,

Perpetual clone

M. Thomas Eves - 2003

Meta Physics

With magic and adrenaline
Today I beat them all
I ran twice as fast
And was ten times less visible
Mortal life is a luxury
And this carcass it’s logo

M. Thomas Eves, 1995

Ode to Wicked-Whit and Habeas Corpus

T’was Theutus that demon god

Who had betwixt us mirrors wrought

A blinding fold of occultic smoke 

So we took of which thou had spoke

Our case we plead and it is thus

Are we to blame… or Theutus?

It was not smoke, but golden fruit

Need I now these prosecute?

T’was not I that did entice

Thine self brought evil into paradise

These cabalistic themes ye weave 

Knowing ‘tis cozy to stay and frigid to leave.

Furthermore what have ye learned

Of cognizant minds scoffed and burned

And rapturous trust to cerebral inhalation?

Relent thee not to such crackling erudition! 

Though these two points seem miles apart
Relinquish the vanities and uncertainties of science and art.

M. Thomas Eves, 1994

Sweets for My Sweet

At work they gave me candy
I ate two canes myself
I knew you’d like these flavors
I took two (for you) off the shelf
I brought them very carefully
I didn’t want them to break
Cause candy canes are good you know
But fragile for heaven’s sake
So here My Sweet two sweets for you
To satisfy your tooth
I love candy canes (they’re sweet you know)
But not as much as you!

M. Thomas Eves - 2002