a Monstrosity Uncultured
Ohhh How I wish I were a Swan


How i wish to glide upon a lake,
encircled by the ripples of anothers wake,
someone a bit more elegant,
nay a swan so magnificent,
to be adored by all.


Yet It cannot be so,
for this wretched crow,
nobody loves an ugly vulture,
a beast, nay monstrosity uncultured,
by the modern man.


So try, try, try as i may,
i am but a bird of prey,
a ruthless hunter,
a heartless killer,
it is my curse.


So now I circle this lovely lake,
i dream of being within your wake,
perhaps a golden fish,
ohhh How I wish,
i were a Swan.
Copyright © Jordan Hess, 2005.
All rights Reserved.
a Monstrosity Uncultured
broken heart, a butterfly torn


while standing quietly, you came to me,
as I gazed up towards the russling trees,


you fluttered by, first left, then right,
then circled up strait towards the sky,


and diffused the breeze you rode upon,
gracefully met my gaze and stole my sight,


caressed my cheek with ornate wings,
landing magnificently silhouetted by the sun,


what a terrible gift, your furtive dance,
to make one long for thine vindictive stings,


just to leave him there, his soul in thirst,
then erasing him with a backward glance,


spreading your wings, to take your flight,
didst thou not consider his soul might burst?


yet, suprised you seem by the twinge, then scream,
realising that you'll never fly tonight,


and thus be thine fair and just reward,
a broken heart and a butterfly torn.
Copyright © Jordan Hess, 2005.
All rights Reserved.