I just want to watch the flames run across your skin.
Bathe you in sin. Then float away.
I never really saw, what I was.
I’m the anchor around your feet.
I’m the rope silencing your speech.
You can run, but don’t you hide.
You’ll be fine, when you’re mine.
So long as the cameras rolling,
We can dance on the souls we have lost.
Bridging gaps and burning bridges,
I lie about the briefest points in time.
Pulling down your best intentions,
Im a criminal, you are the crime.
I drop penny’s in the wishing well,
And wish for things that send me straight to hell.
Tonight, a year ends,
Tonight, a life ends,
There is no difference,
To the world.
It’s not like I’m sitting here, singing to my ceiling.
It’s not as if I ever wonder what your thinking or feeling.
I had a dream last night, you told me you were getting married.
I just said I was fine, I was glad that you were happy.
You asked if I would be ok, if this would tear me apart
I said that was pretentious, because I have an iron heart.
It’s not as if I’m sitting here, wishing I was him.
It’s not as if the thought of you still makes my eyes swim.
It’s not like the time since you, I’ve spent feeling hollow.
It’s not like this pill has been hard to swallow.
You screamed, You loved me
But our puzzle,
My pieces never fit.
We bled, Like stupid Wolves
Into the ice, The snow.
The arctic, of your moods
Proved too cold, For my breath
To thaw, To drink.
Now you scream at others,
And I am warm
In silence.
The bonds of this world are tarnished and fading. Come with me, we will burn from the dirt to the stars. They can sleep, whilst we dance in auburn lights. And in the morning, roses will blossom on our feet.
The sky wanders down iron bark streets, the streetcars weep serenity from hollow pointed felonies. Intrinsic beaten fires burn holes in table top conversation. Weep, weep cries the turtledove, as the sun sets on bridged avenues. Time fights on, marching toward our graves, Billowed sails fill with solar winds. The shoulders of the
Middle class bare witness to our folly, though we ascend to dizzying heights, our honesty mines the earth untrained. With distress in the hearts of children, we ignore our instincts. Time flies away but I clasp to every second. We were wonder, we were beauty, you were blood.
Sunlight slams the road, like a jet of gods breath, bathing the Tarmac in yellow waves. The letters have faded from the signs, paint can only last so long. The cloudless sky belies the Torment this land has suffered, the bombs, the guns, the blood. It was cooler here, in the beginning, then the air was filled with death. First the bombs, razzed the sky like a million angry bees, silent, falling bees….
One by one they fell, spewing forth the blinding light inside, hollowing out great scallops of earth and throwing it into the sky, then the sound…. A hollow rushing and the high pitched wane of speeding death. Then nothing. Then came the guns, the ticking rattle that pushed lead and steel through flesh and bone. The click of spent magazines and the scrape of the renewed aggressor. The guns came and went. Nothing. Then came the blood, it’s stench filling the streets with salt and rust. It poured down drains and out of doors, it flowed for days, weeks, the blood outlasted the guns. Until finally, it dried, flaked and was washed away by the wind, flakes of life, floating away without a care or a worry, falling to earth to feed her again. The streets are not streets now, the buildings, all but dust. The bombs, the guns and the blood, took all the people. But the earth, the mother, she kept all the life.
Rested, held high. Safe in the breast of the trees. They have become my life, my lover. I lay naked on the branch, the leaves, shameless. I know life, because I see life. I am life. She breathes my breath. She Wets my mouth. It is her I worship, my goddess, the soil of her roots I become. In time I become my mother, I give new life to myself. The circle completes, in the moonlight I am peaceful. Sleep, for eternity. Warm, serene purity laps at my skin in waves. She washes away my fear. I am no longer my fathers son. I am reborn of the earth. I am in love.
In the jaws of demons we lay.
Giving ourselves to the dirt we work for.
Over and over and over we roll, on the tongue of the beast.
“give me your flesh and I will make you smile” he whispers.
So we do, with no regret, pure want.
In the time of our fathers, we lost our way.
Crucify your humanity, at the alter of contrition.
For when the last of us is gone.
Our mother will shed not a tear.
And though the ruins of you, lay butchered like soldiers from a forgotten war.
Our time, though short, will be as it was, one untouchable bubble of scent, memory and intoxication.
No one and nothing can touch us then, when the sun was bright, the future easy. Not a tear was shed in our dreams.
When the dust became dirt as it settled to earth, that’s when lifelessness set in.
But I will remember, though you only seek to forget. I will endure you.
Don’t sleep too soundly, or you will not dream of our summer.
Try to believe, that all we had, was love. And death.
