Thursday, July 28, 2011
Skies Go Gray (Without you here)
Regret (Vast)
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
They're Not You (Can you hear?)
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Snap, Pop (You Dick)
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Escape! (Mind your mind)
Monday, July 18, 2011
Talked Into Corners (silence and time)
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Too little, Too Late, Too Soon.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Unmentionable (My soul will be laying beside the bedside you burn in)
Am I your unmentionable?
A private thing
To be kept hidden deep
In your mind's deeper drawers?
A secret thing of desire
Tinged with fear?
Will you tell him of me
As you sip coffee?
My name spoken in tones
Either casual
Of the receeding past,
Or bleeding with present pain?
Will you consider his placcating words,
His gentle probing concern
As he imagines
The color of the panties you wear.
And will you be lonely love?
Is your heart still tethered
Or roaming free, bonds broken
By shears held in hands of fear?
Will you give in,
Let him slip them off?
Leave my impoded heart
Lying on the floor in bedside
Shadow as you give him all, I no more?
Am I unmnetionable, a sectet thing
To which you will not give will,
Or word or want or care to speak?
Am I soon to be forgotten,
My good intentions all misbegotten?
Your Dear John departing
The anterchamber of your heart?
Am I unmentionable, inconsiderable,
Ragged emotions and threads
Of fading memories
Laying on the floor,
Fading from memory -
Soon to fall apart?
Every Word (Is for you)
Yes, every word is for you.
All the gauze, the arrogance and indifference
I wrap around these wounds holds true,
Real love cuts deep though,
And just bleeds right through.
If I've failed
To be much of a man
I'm sorry for that.
If I've failed,
To love you like I should,
I've failed to be a man.
Yes, every cell in my body
Bears your name and yours alone.
When my insolent eyes roam others freely
My heart screams your name,
That I'm still yours completely.
If I die here
In the desert alone,
I'll think of you as I pass.
If I die here,
So far from home,
I hope you know -
Every word is for you.
Your Word (Such a flimsy thing)
Your word, such a fragile and flimsy thing,
Readily given, quickly broken and quick to
Fly from pearch like crow on ready wings.
All the words ring hollow,
Like little mallets hitting heavily
On my belltower bound heart.
Trust, oh I try, tried and tried
But your word and action lie far apart
Your only consistency is to wound me,
Push away, keep solemn vows only
When they serve to make me pay
For my trangsressions, rightly wrong;
So I pay in blood while you move on -
And you tell me you haven't,
That it's a trivial thing,
And you know how it cuts me,
Every time we seldom speak.
Keeping your options open,
Now as was before, and I wonder
How long until my faith and hope
Give way and my stomach falls to the floor.
I try and trust, but something here
Is misbegotten, plain untrue or at best dishonest-
To me or them, the electronic horde
Who seek to slip in on those three words.
I try to trust, I try, I do try,
But what is there to trust when
So many words amounted to pretty lies?
This damage, this acid, it eats away
And if there is to be anything again,
It creates only more wounds, more pain.
And though I love, I do, I do,
It is these things that ruin my sleep,
And sew fear my faith is misplaced in you.
All the broken people say:
I'll fix myself tomorrow,
I'm just to broken today.
Yeah, all the broken girls sing
Shitty break up songs,
Out of key. Find salvation
From depresssion in the
Daisy chain of new arms.
And the broken men scream,
Their ragged voices in the night:
I fought the war, loved her more
Than anyone ever has before!
All the broken people sing
Withered hearts with weak words.
All the broken people scream
In defeat at the cycle they repeat,
They justify, they sought -they seek.
All the broken people sing out
Just let this guilt die, let the truth
Sleep, let me forever just be weak.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
That Shadow (the dappled veil)
That Shadow, the veil
Drawn over the glass
Of grave visage;
Serene, silent
As still lakes
Eternal, undisturbed
But for slithering tears
Rippling in sobbing wake.
That Shadow, the pale
Light of cindery skiff
Smoldering after weeping
Flames to dancing stars;
It echoes deaf
In the creases
Of quivering lips and eyes,
Prideful, and of pride bereft.
That Shadow, dappled
And hanging in Sunday
Summer swelter, the
Mercy of leafy oaks-
The hangman's assembled shelter-
It feeds in slow voracity
Of back bitten tears and
Those stolen years
As broken necks are bowed in prayer.
That Shadow, the pale and dappled veil-
It feeds.
In the depth of boundless cimmerian dreams
And the captive soul's breathless screams.