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Saturday, March 30, 2013

Cloak

Illustration by: Allie Heartly

Unveil the mask tonight
With the face of the moon
I lie awake counting my peace 
Before depression's hollow voice
Unveils it's mask... 

To cloak me in. 

Don't have the strength 
Anymore,
Strength to think,
Strength to feel,
Strength to see things rational...

Calm this heart
Becalm this art
Persistence fades in sleep... 
If only I could catch it
If only the night would soon end

It's peace in me. 

Calm this heart

Becalm this art

Persistence fades...

Unveil the mask tonight
With the face of the moon
I lie awake counting my peace 
Before depression's hollow voice
Unveils it's mask... 

To cloak me in. 

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Passive Uniqueness

As long as your happy...
Joy will rain on me
Bitter sweet tears...
I reverse the cloud cover in eyes 
Time smiles... 
Snow falling passive uniqueness  
The colourless shapes 
Fingers touching hearts
Never quite release me... 

But as long as your happy 
Joy will rain.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Lament

Take a brief moment to heal,
Reflect over shinning violets seen in moonlight...
That haven't bloomed...
Constantly ignoring the pain 
Won't change the way it hurts...

It just won't be the same
No matter how you look at it. 
Never again...
In the brief moment that nothing exists... 

Still love intact
Withdrawal passionless 
 No right urgency... 
Only lament 

Lament every waking eye. 


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Fall from Unison


Inhale slowly to breathe deep with open eyes...
Closed eyes to lashes fall from unison 

Entire spirit stripped of me...
To the core of what I thought was decent 
What I want to believe 
Was the soul truth... blessed force;

Invisible trust taken away...
Over a year of building, 
Nearly all my heart to wait,
There is no other, point in life...

I've made...

Searching for wisdom. 

Calm the echos until silence 
No words repeated, no lips moving 
Pathological phrase. 

No need to avert your eyes 
It's just me as you've always known
Happy to make you smile...

Always some broken half, alone. 

Deeply scared by the world, 
That sometimes loves. 

Inhale slowly to breathe deep with open eyes...
Closed eyes to lashes fall from unison 

Entire spirit stripped of me...

Monday, March 25, 2013

Besotted

I think I remember so much less now...
A fountain with coins sink low to the bottom 
All a part of the scheme to make your dreams brighter. 
A dime a day...  
Fill up the mug with wine, watch the priest pore it down
Blessed in thy name...
Some story we're all enamored 
Cling to that and we're holy... 
Something magnificence 
Strip until your bare, sleep in closed coffins

I think I remember so much less now...

Who are you to lord it over us? 

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Nightingale / Deadwards / The Fire Orchard

I know nothing of why the nightingale came for me
Soft whisper of another turned to silence 
With lips moving...

Gentle rain settle the ashes...
Wash away the tears

Concrete sky, coldness of detachment,
I wonder if the nightingale will fly again?

...

There's no longer moments of stillness after hours
Divided you create the lasting impression... 
Forgiveness of me for trying to bleed, 
Trying to wake
While I no longer sleep...

Sleeping deadwards;

To the ritual of another year
Forsaken heaven 
On that very moment in time
Two : thirty, seven...

Three hundredth and sixty five days a year...

Burns one candle. 

...

A pastel glow of the trees 
From above looking in
Surrounding
Where I left black finger prints 
Shaded over
One side of the moon 
My side... 

Below 
The fiery orchard.

Pretending to dream, I've finished the entire landscape...
Something you may have loved, when I am no longer significant. 

The wind will rise you'll hear the bird sing
Soft whisper of another turned to silence 
With lips moving...

Gentle rain settle the tears...
Wash away the ashes. 

Friday, March 22, 2013

Glassy Eyed

I feel I'm reaching out my hands into
A darkness none can live
I was there before more alone,
Less distinguished... 
To Sleepless eyes, smiles of spring
Winter tore from my embrace...
My spiritual wilderness 

Tore from hallow remains   
My reserve 
Monumental peace... 

Stare glassy eyed through my soul
((The windows))
Reflected memories of a shapeless ghost 
Blind to human prosperity; 
Refusal of my better half...
Don't deny me to even wish...
Before all eternity... 

Stares glassy eyed. 

I want to believe the mystery...

Never take for granted 
The words are hardly said. 

I never want to give up on what is most
Beautiful, significant 
Songs remorseful played to comfort...
Tonight's pain has passed. 

I hold a candle in the night
Photos to my heart
The light will not die 
The love will not burn out. 

Stare glassy eyed through my soul.
((The windows))

Monday, March 18, 2013

Angels of Concrete


Here we are terrified of awakening, 
Every wind that blows in the afternoon
Sun-white... blacken snow..
Over concrete angels 

Gentle touch of a hand, so foreign 

Over the hills on the grass thou cover...

Sun-white... blacken snow.

Once was a boy, was told which direction to go
Would never listen...

Can't keep sheltering my soul without refuge 
Girl, my heart is yours...

Gentle touch of a hand, so foreign 

Over the hills on the grass thou cover...

Terrified to wake.

Photo by: Deborah Ann Barcomb

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Gnornian

Our love is in precatory 
And I am standing in the shade
Of moon hallowed trees 
As rose petals beseech;  
The ode to a nightingale;

Don't think I have forgotten 
Because I know you protest the same...

I believe it never expires 
I know my body in the flesh 
Will someday 
Awaken in the soil below her
To see the sky heavy in our past
Fill the iris with a flash of light
To pore into the dried hearts 
Where love flows through 
Regardless of life. 

Regardless of knowing to the full extent.

The doors that are open now will never close. 
The paths where footsteps overlap each other 
The hand interlocking between fingers 
The words whispered in our ear...

Don't think I have forgotten 
Because I know you protest the same...

Mothers, and their mother's before
Had planted the apple in our eye...
One spring morning she was holding a book of prayers
Rosary beads in her timeworn hands 
I, by her side... 
The seeds had grown a garden years later
As we all learned to cry without a shoulder. 

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Sōlārī

The harp plays a sensitive sound 
The museum in pitch black 
Awake for so long the more difficult it becomes... 
The sparkle in my eyes has worn out

So I stare into
A picture of yours... 

I wish you knew how much 
I feel you everyday,
How much I struggle with myself 
To never fade...

Illusion behind the veil 
Outside cold reality...  
The lines that were drawn are breaking 
And I never want to dwell on a world
That believeth not the importance...

You are real, you are pure
And my tears are the only thing reminding me 
That I'm still here...
Nothing is hopeless. 

One could live so many lives... 
And never truly hear the words said unto them
With love and affection...
And never truly say what they feel 
With love and affection...

Get lost in the art 
Find solace in me... for I will love thou
Regardless of the painful world 
It's not all mundane... 

Awake for so long the more difficult it becomes... 
The sparkle in my eyes has worn out

So I stare into

A picture of you... 

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Of Dreams Unfulfilled

A lot hangs on the limbs to fall
But to never break 
This faith you must keep furthermore. 
To flirt with the idea of spring
But change over night to cold
The earth is fear unless fear is not worth a thought.
Time is all consuming 
The balance... to rise again
Rapture through hell
Cut this guilt of me...
Let it sleep
Rest another day 
Eyes blind to darkened space 
With fear I cannot preserve what is ephemeral. 

This faith you must keep furthermore.


Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Soul's Haven

Every time flowers die a new feeling arose
We are born into the earth we are loved 
Decay is natural... 
And every emotion is impending 
I will not let the darkness shadow over my soul
I feel protected...

I now know what I've always known   
I am more scared to live than I am of death 
But here we are to suffer... 
My voice will not be heard, long into the tunnel of light 
No matter what may follow...

Stay close to me never, fade from me
Don't be a stranger, welcome home...

Haven to my soul
My soul's haven. 

The heart is a delicate balance 
The human body is a part of the earth

We're here to suffer and to overcome. 


Every time flowers die a new feeling arose
We are born into the earth we are loved 
Decay is natural... 

Monday, March 11, 2013

Walking Backwards


I fear a lot wrong has bewildered me
The winds were pure and the sky was ever changing...
I hung my head up high for good spirits 
And now time is only in reverse...
Some of the things we never planned 

Are more likely to be
Than to not happen. 

Still I'm not allowed in...
The harmony that revives between sunsets...

All winter long the bridge was down
Now we're left with depressed construction tracks
As the ice below melts in dust's remains... 

At night and on factory streets
The shadow recalls another of the same
Uncertainly;
In depth and vague 
Decipher loosely
What it means to feel, to depend. 

And not miss a step backwards... 

Friday, March 8, 2013

Pragmatophobia

Each step on this stairwell another brick falls 
As I rise higher I become unsure of the space between me and the ground.
Why is uncertainly always about not knowing? 
There's a key to the grave but never a door to open 
The crypt hasn't been visited since... 
When I rise to witness the crepuscular light
I may had reason to doubt what it all meant 
But never would erase it from my mind...

We will find the balance 
The balance that this stairwell can lead to and from 
With closed eyes in a certain amaurotic way 
I believe the bricks will reform 
Deform another century 
While the art will be preserved.  

... 

Transience of life 
A hymn to a prayer, 
To silence and to sleep.
Another mystical moment felt
Within the walls of REM 

To altercate what is real 
To go beyond 

The final step... 

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Mists of Rain


Nothing can compare 
A beauty this natural...
I often wonder just how much 
We all avoid outside...
How much we lock up inside.
She has to know just how pure my love truly is...

The grace I cling to when I find it hard to breathe. 

I watch the mists turn to rain again 
From my window 
Anxiety through the breeze of lies that Spring is near 
No longer ride the wind of dust on my behalf
Just assume disappear, reappear again
It's solely grey... time is repeated 
Like flowing streams where water returns 
This place in my heart will never end for you. 

Will always be here. 

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

The Distressed Heroine

It's better now that I leave my mark while I can...
I belonged to shadows of the passing street corner
Drugs in our transparent veins...
This time it is jealously... 
How removed in a sense can one be? 

Just beyond cold from this pillar of light
Nothing in this lifetime could fulfill me more...
While the light is cut short 
There is very little any singular soul can do
To deal with the struggle alone...
And there is no answer. 

I arrive again...
Same month, different year
Same smile, belittled tears 
Same reflection... same fear
Transcending eyes 

Inevitable demise. 

Same heart beating stubborn pain that leads nowhere 

It's better now you leave your mark while you can...

I belonged to shadows of the passing street corner
Drugs in our transparent veins...
This time it is jealously... 
How removed in a sense can one remain? 

Just beyond cold from this pillar of light
Specter of hope illuminated...

   Crawl back into your comfortable place
Slumber here again, swept away... 

Saturday, March 2, 2013

In The Flesh


I have numbered my days, my wishes  
I have limited myself 
But i am still human 
In the flesh...
As when I first awoke 

As when the light came down on me
I do not carry my possessions 
Only what is essential  
Nothing more, nothing less... 

And one day peace will belong to me
Belong to us... 

As infinite 

As whole. 

...

And as I walk upon my childish foot prints 
Cloaked in Black 
Through the cemetery, churchyard gate 
I formed my own elaborate way  
To and from the unknown wall...
Fascination, curiosity must never fail;

Every soul needs a place to feel at home
And at your gate rise, from your corridor 
What is there left to lose? 

I've never felt more significant 

In the flesh...
As when I first awoke 

As when the light came down on me.


Friday, March 1, 2013

Dark Romanticism




Do I reveal a slight romantic charm in you...?
Even somehow foolish
To deprive myself from what we use to know.
In my covered world, I seek to write about
What is more or less 
Ignored...

From my covered world, I seek you out...

The rain comes down in waves 
Like pure regret to the eyes 
I did not wish to sever my ties then
But as the years had passed 
I couldn't think of anything more to say
So in the morning's before the sun crept up
I tried to kiss you one last time...

But I could never leave. 

Returnest


Rise sun
Let loose the senseless echo 
I am a clone of another
You are my reflection as well;

Fevers dance within the forest
Trees ambivalent sinister smiles
I owe you no explanation...
I was just returning to the place 
I thought I became the man I am...

My soul's haven 
Haven to my soul. 

I should have called you my lover.
I should have kissed your hand 
I would have given you my last working organ
If I had known... 
What you always knew then. 

The sky was perfect crimson
To my last dying breath...
I will beg for forgiveness 
I will give you what you wish. 

Haven to my soul. 
My soul's haven...