Can't seem to run away from you
No matter how you flaunt her favors
I will be there with silver and incense
begging at the knees that coldly turn aside
every beat of my heart and attractive attempts
fruitless under a cold moon and colder blade
made warm with sweet liquor from my veins
sweeter still then the cruel companionship
that stands ready to use my ears
for someone (anyone) to hear the drone
a slave is made in waves of kisses that should be mine
her arms close in tighter and tighter still
but only to crush what I have strained to make whole
to pluck the sweetness and very essence of you
until twig and leaf are leftover for me to nourish back
back from the cruelty of the others that abuse
the child that barely clings to her slim limbs
in desperation fucking and drinking and fucking again
I wonder drenched in sorrow and crimson
whose arms have a longer reach
to wrap you in comfort and peace
when she is gone and the bottle is dry
how many more empty clouds of smoke
and plates of theiving maggots till you see
that when you are licking lips slightly tainted
my disease pleads for your elixer
Monday, December 22, 2008
To Love in Silence (12/08)
How divine it would be
To be as close as to taste your tears
And, taking them into myself
If only to swallow the razors
That tear you up inside
And how painful-lovely
To let my lips speak what my voice
Will dare not raise itself to utter
If only to breathe my love
Into the caverns of your soul
I could replace the streaks on your face
With the warmth of brokenhearted smiles
Broken for love that's unfullfilled
For a love tasted but never consumed
But lips lingering sweetness will drench my fantasies
In Memorium of a crushed rosebud
And brief bouts of time-tested hope
I will remain ever your servant
And in my service I will finally say
What my voice and lips fear to
To be as close as to taste your tears
And, taking them into myself
If only to swallow the razors
That tear you up inside
And how painful-lovely
To let my lips speak what my voice
Will dare not raise itself to utter
If only to breathe my love
Into the caverns of your soul
I could replace the streaks on your face
With the warmth of brokenhearted smiles
Broken for love that's unfullfilled
For a love tasted but never consumed
But lips lingering sweetness will drench my fantasies
In Memorium of a crushed rosebud
And brief bouts of time-tested hope
I will remain ever your servant
And in my service I will finally say
What my voice and lips fear to
If He Were She (11/08)
If he were she
and I was me
we would be 'they'
now wouldn't we?
no bells there would be
no rice, no gowns
no proof on paper
that our love abounds
If he were she
and we were 'they'
our love as real as yours
but our rights taken away
unrecognizable we'd be
to a government so sure
we are the disease
and they are the cure
if he were she
we'd still be we
but somehow lesser
then he and me
and I was me
we would be 'they'
now wouldn't we?
no bells there would be
no rice, no gowns
no proof on paper
that our love abounds
If he were she
and we were 'they'
our love as real as yours
but our rights taken away
unrecognizable we'd be
to a government so sure
we are the disease
and they are the cure
if he were she
we'd still be we
but somehow lesser
then he and me
No Rhyme (With Reason) (09/08)
lets play a game
(one we both win)
here are the rules
leave me to it
become immersed
a black and white universe
where you are god
it shouldn't be too hard
for you to forget about
all the blades left behind
or the crushed heart that
pours Sylvia's sweet blood mouthfuls
now the pieces ae arranged
the rope laid out
the cap off the bottle
pills scattered on the floor
beside the instruments
of the mad conductor
as you sit in eternal analization
with your own pieces
mine move themselves
in the symphony of the sooted soul
the razor's edge begging
for sweet marriage
with the tender flesh of my neck
but to splatter your two-toned board
raining red roses over all
would be disruptive and unnecessary
to our little game
a glimmering belt
takes the place of the raping razor
as it tightens closing my breath
causing wretched spasms
with my screams silenced
i hear too many others
crushing down on my weary head
so i let myself breathe again
but now i lay down next to ophelia
holding her hand
resting on her breast
floating and falling
she is my soul
and longs for watery reunion
we are alone and all i hear is the current
taking away all pain
washing away all sins
in the final baptism
one last gasp and muted moan
escapes me before i escape into eternal darkness
no longer squinting in the violent rays
night forever and the comfort of the moon
with collected leaves in knotted hair
and slime and grime on skin
rotting flesh of youth
will be worthy admission to mother earth
rain will fall upon your furrowed brow
look up and let it caress your face
and you will know
that we both win this way
and
if it's all the same to you
i'll count this as an opportunity of a lifetime
as they say
(one we both win)
here are the rules
leave me to it
become immersed
a black and white universe
where you are god
it shouldn't be too hard
for you to forget about
all the blades left behind
or the crushed heart that
pours Sylvia's sweet blood mouthfuls
now the pieces ae arranged
the rope laid out
the cap off the bottle
pills scattered on the floor
beside the instruments
of the mad conductor
as you sit in eternal analization
with your own pieces
mine move themselves
in the symphony of the sooted soul
the razor's edge begging
for sweet marriage
with the tender flesh of my neck
but to splatter your two-toned board
raining red roses over all
would be disruptive and unnecessary
to our little game
a glimmering belt
takes the place of the raping razor
as it tightens closing my breath
causing wretched spasms
with my screams silenced
i hear too many others
crushing down on my weary head
so i let myself breathe again
but now i lay down next to ophelia
holding her hand
resting on her breast
floating and falling
she is my soul
and longs for watery reunion
we are alone and all i hear is the current
taking away all pain
washing away all sins
in the final baptism
one last gasp and muted moan
escapes me before i escape into eternal darkness
no longer squinting in the violent rays
night forever and the comfort of the moon
with collected leaves in knotted hair
and slime and grime on skin
rotting flesh of youth
will be worthy admission to mother earth
rain will fall upon your furrowed brow
look up and let it caress your face
and you will know
that we both win this way
and
if it's all the same to you
i'll count this as an opportunity of a lifetime
as they say
The Beast (08/08)
Like a great beast crawling it's way up my spine,
threatening to open my mouth and scream forth in unwelcome rhyme
she lives in the beginning of my passions
the center of my soul
and the sensuality embarked
quest after quest before the dreaded dawn
whose rays shatter my eyes
like sparkling demons
forcing the beast back into her nest
threatening to open my mouth and scream forth in unwelcome rhyme
she lives in the beginning of my passions
the center of my soul
and the sensuality embarked
quest after quest before the dreaded dawn
whose rays shatter my eyes
like sparkling demons
forcing the beast back into her nest
Grasping and Clawing (08/08)
Stretching
Scratching
Reaching
Grasping
A Child alone, but sadly not
a Child devoured by Time's vicious claws
As youth so silently slips by
until my screams echo in the hungry darkness
eager to take me over
But I am still grasping and clawing at my sanity
Scratching
Reaching
Grasping
A Child alone, but sadly not
a Child devoured by Time's vicious claws
As youth so silently slips by
until my screams echo in the hungry darkness
eager to take me over
But I am still grasping and clawing at my sanity
Dagger (08/08)
run it through my heart
twist and turn
dropping crimson coins at my feet
begging me, entreating me
never went so far as to
taste and end wonder
to experience
and forget innocence in my arms
but all you have
is your childlike wonder
and and the distant taste of fantasy
and the dream of something
someone more than me
for fear of complex newness
snuggled up warm and safe
in your blanket of familiarity
all the while
turning the glistening dagger
as I writhe in ecstasy
at my own familiarity
of the salty scarlet substance
that feeds me
as the gash grows
and feigns repair
so will I subdue my passions
as they multiply by your ambivalence
twist and turn
dropping crimson coins at my feet
begging me, entreating me
never went so far as to
taste and end wonder
to experience
and forget innocence in my arms
but all you have
is your childlike wonder
and and the distant taste of fantasy
and the dream of something
someone more than me
for fear of complex newness
snuggled up warm and safe
in your blanket of familiarity
all the while
turning the glistening dagger
as I writhe in ecstasy
at my own familiarity
of the salty scarlet substance
that feeds me
as the gash grows
and feigns repair
so will I subdue my passions
as they multiply by your ambivalence
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