I am layered in linens,
let my secrets unravel
exhumed me alchemist!
that my words may travel
not over my tongue
or skeletal remains
rather etched in brittle teeth,
you'll find my name
long buried and bound am I
my mysteries concealed
awaiting the alchemist,
waiting for science to reveal
secrets of the ancients,
the history of mankind
expose the ensconced,
I dare you!
lay bare the truth
of the grand design!
~ Elizabeth Anne Ives
Archivist, Coven of Obscurity
the winds of madness
are blowing across the land
the demise of free nations
is at hand
pundits gawk
and narrate freedom's fate
as citizens take selfies
and refuse to wake
where are the prophets,
the healers, the peace-makers?
what of compassion,
spirituality, and truth seekers?
what say you, global citizen?
are you content to sit silently
in your tower as the
winds of madness
destroy our sanity?
or will you
stand up, speak out,
and fight for humanity?
~ Elizabeth Anne Ives
my glass is half empty
again!
i don't want to get up
i'm tired of rising
to fill it up
one last trip
to the river tonight
i'll leave the glass
half empty
legend says
by tomorrow
it will be half full
amazing
the difference
a day makes!
~ Elizabeth Anne Ives
Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change.”
Wayne Dyer
paint me colors
of blue and green
paint outside the life of me
paint my lips a rosy hue
a kissable ruby red will do
paint my heart to the rainbow's end
then blend and blend
and blend again
create a kaleidoscope of my hair
spun of gold and silverware
chartreuse feathers on my brow
with eyes of ocean's sapphire blue
paint me colors so i can see
all the beauty that is you
~ Elizabeth Anne Ives
he's grown crooked, but he's going to wait
his fingers are twisted and out of place
his toes are curled, his knees won't bend
his eyes fogged over, he's near the end
but he's going to wait in a middle place
to change the future and insure his fate
he's going to wait, the crooked way
he's paid the alchemist to save his place
he'll be suspended and in between
frozen deep in the waiting machine
~ Elizabeth Anne Ives
i am scattered everywhereÂ
so many thoughts
so little time
to discover folly
to play, laugh,
find joy
to be foolish and fool hearty
i want to frolic in the flower fields
run my fingers through your hair
i am your folly
your freedom
your spirit
your canvas
your muse
~ Elizabeth Anne Ives
