As read on The SpeakEasy Cafe 1/31/08

For My Wife

One heart
One soul
One mind of love
You are my light from above
So many tests
So many trials
So many tears
So many miles
But together we are still
Our will unfaltering
Our desire unfading
I draw my every breath
To breathe in of you
Your love pure and true
We are one because of you
The only thing in my life upon which I can rely
Is our love which I once stupidly tried to deny
But your strength has carried us through
We are one, because of you

Copyright ©2008 Michael Egidio Quigg

As read on The SpeakEasy Cafe 1/24/08

The Ink I Bleed

To be alive
To strive for something more
For a chance in the fight
to turn the dark to light
To give a dream a heartbeat
and know I can be complete
To fight the ghosts
that haunt my heart and soul
For pain diagnosed
and its terrible toll
To cleanse of the rotten
For a chance to be more
than forgotten

Copyright ©2008 Michael Egidio Quigg

My parts are italicized .

Fracturing False Bricks

Specifications on inspirations
leave me with a frustration that I can’t speak of;
driven deep into the pure edges of snow
with the blood of my innocence revealed,
I’m unsure of what to express,
for I am unsure of how I feel.

My thoughts a swirling tempest,
not allowing a moments rest
Unable to focus,
lost in the daily suicide.
no puff or pill helps me decide
I decry my tasks and put on my masks
and pretend that all is how I wish it to be

And you can’t see my true face,
the one that is shattered,
not that it would matter;
because you would merely, raise your boot to crush me,
to suck the life, out of me, and as it is,
I have trouble breathing,
I’m seething, and pulling at my leash,
and if I ever break the noose,
it will be you who lose.

the comfort of your delusions
and illusions of priority
turn me loose and you will see truth’s light
blinding you with a single beam
showing how things aren’t all that they seem
and the fantasy you live in is destined to end

Copyright ©2007

As read on Caesura

AYU (As Yet Untitled) #9

I cant feel the blows anymore
At my soul they tore but I have withstood the barrage
and have seen through the mirage
I can see the leprosy that is this ’society’
The light has shone brightly and
shown me rightly
So I decide to stand alone

Take your shadows of reality and hide in them
Pretend there is no brutality and let it breed in them
Let it feed on rotting misconception-
Perpetuation of the blatant hypocracy
Fuck this idiocy and your easy way out
Mine eyes will always see because I am a devout follower of the truth
and its light may blind but in that blindness I can see

But you can not see…
You go deep into the fantasy and hold on for dear life
and fall on the knife of indifference
You can watch as your soul drips off the handle and falls to the ground
and the vandals drink it in lustfully
Ignoring your demons may make your ignorance bliss
But this is the great lie in which you still believe
The world of falacy which you helped conceive

I have heard the sound of my soul falling into the black
And I have fought and clawed my way back
I can see the cancer that is this ’society’
Because the light has shone brightly
and shown me rightly
So I decide to stand alone
Mine eyes will always see because I am a devout follower of the truth
And though its light may blind
in that blindness I can see!

Copyright ©2008 Michael Egidio Quigg

As read on The SpeakEasy Cafe 1/3/08

T’was The SpeakEasy Before Christmas

‘Twas the SpeakEasy before Christmas, when all through the network,
Not a soul could be heard, not even the host;
the switchboard was ready and set up with care,
In hopes that Moody Black soon would be there;
the listeners were nestled all snug in their threads
While visions of the Sound of Ink danced in their heads
And Nyla out west, Saint in SC, and I buried in snow,
Had just settled down for a lovely winter’s show,

When into my ears there arose no chatter,
I sat there stunned, not knowing what was the matter.
To the keyboard I flew, asking of Saint,
What’s going on? Right this ain’t.

The moon on the crest of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to my yard out the window,
When into my wondering eyes’ sight would come in,
But a miniature creature, known as a gremlin,

The tiny little bugger, so lively and slick,
I knew in a moment this must be fixed quick.
But more rapid than eagles our saviors they came,
And we hoped, and prayed, and called them by name:

Now, Rayne! now, Saint! please help us, please!
On, Saint! on Rayne! save us from this little sleeze!
To log in anew! to refresh the switchboard!
Rayne lash away! lash away! show it who is lord!

And then, with a twinkling, I heard on the air
The sweet voice of Nyla, which was now with us here.
As I drew in my breathe, and the show did begin,
Down came my heartrate, and the sound of ink was in.

But the gremlin was up to mischief, from his head to his toe,
And Nyla was soon gone, leaving me alone on the show;
A bundle of wires he had flung over his back,
with what looked like a server, sticking out of his pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! his sneer how scary!
His plan was to ruin, but ours was the contrary!
His ugly little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
But that quickly disappeared when he realized there was still a show;

The sound of ink had escaped from his teeth,
And the poetry it encircled his head like a wreath;
It was Kicking Bear on the line with two scores of workers on break,
The gremlin he shook, and off he did take.

Soon Nyla was back, her right lovely self,
And laughing as I soon saw this, the gremlin was being eaten by an elf;
And a wink of its eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know we had nothing else to dread;

The word it was spoken, we went straight to his work,
And filled all the minds; and savored every quirk,
Soon it was time for Moody Black, as he was on the phone,
And we were dazzled, as his light brightly shone;

And when it was over, we had quite a laugh,
It had after all, been a rough night for the staff.
But we were all heard to exclaim, as our ink faded from sight,
“HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT.”

Copyright ©2008 Michael Egidio Quigg