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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Take One Away


Petrified glass of my own reflection
Do you see four trees in the silver skyline...
(Correct me if I'm wrong...)
Do you water a dozen flowers after it rains?
(There's no healing now...)

Take one away by me...
Take one away, would be perfect.

I don't expect anything...
Anticipating hearts... of near life.
Words adored, candle gutted out...
Songs of sentiment play out loud.
Anticipating hearts of near life.

Take one away by me...
Take one away.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Below Roots (II)

Am I forced to be the one?
Or are you ever going to come and get me out of this? 
Hurricane of guilt 
Lifting the tree from below roots. 
Rid of all the ties that have made the pain
Conflicted... 

Don't miss the heartache now, the way I always mourned
But I will, after hours... 
Cling to the rain escapes, the bottles... 
Clink against the glass, shatters 
Pouring out the remainder...
From the year before. 
From the heart at war. 
And the memories... 

Someday to reflect?

While into the cold quiet dark. 

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Mixed Incident



The wicked have reconciled
The faithful have reclined.
A part of you is on the dashboard 
The rest is speeding blind 
In Mind's eye...
First God will cut the cord
Then he'll pull the plug, just the same. 
And you will sever your only rule...
Keep aware of the road ahead,
Don't forget the way that is was...
And free yourself from all the pain.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Dust Thou Art (II) Temple

Never to be more alive 
Than the art has made me...
Subjective to a pattern 
Formed in brief moments of charm. 

Make no alterations... 
No compromise  
The obsession will slowly fade from here on. 

I am sad... deprived and lonely  
And sadness will avert from the eyes
Staring perfectly through the whites of her lilies...
Carried by the current and the need for something more.

Short breathes will divide 
Into a temple of worship 
I can't reach...    
Can never fall before four, not ever, just once...  
Drown the candle... finish your thought
The mind's a cryptic altar to a prayer we don't trust. 

Pour your liquor, deprive a wish;
Sentimental will always be there, 

So unforgiving. 

In moonlight waning crescent...

Always half, yet never whole.  

Never to be more alive 
Than the art has made me...
Subjective to a pattern 
Formed in brief moments of charm. 



Thursday, April 25, 2013

Exterior

I feel like a criminal 
Though I've never meant to harm anyone before.
There are some stars out there, beyond the gray
That just don't shine through anymore 
The reasons are not blamed... 

Though I feel them deflected. 

I've never felt the dust in my palms...
Yet I've watched it spill through others 
Every morning I admired the thought
That I could be renewed... 

That I could live on to be more than just a specter.  

That my gift was worth saving. 
Not even a cure. 

I feel like such a criminal...

... 

Reality does not wait for me on the other side of darkness 

(Know there is a pulse in every human being. 
Be there, a shadow on this rough exterior...) 

There is truth in what you believe
In that we remain.  
Though it is difficult for blind to see
When in the end we're fast a sleep...

The world does not work, callous... 

The reasons are not blamed. 


Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Unsung.

There's no faces in the crowd of people, parade 
The only eyes i see are embedded in my mind 
Great wide oceans of tears...
Forgiveness's, exasperation absolves in each of us...
 Each minor detail, no flaw goes unnoticed  
The flight of the rain... the river's current 
No burden is here to each hammering cross... 
The bleeding nail of our palms,
Paint to the brush... 
A line in a poem, sings the song unsung. 

We belong to the wilderness...
Not to this work-a-day world. 

There's no faces in the crowd of people, parade 

The only vision now is from darkness here without you. 

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Below Roots (I)

A hurricane of guilt 
Lifting the tree from below roots
Further into the ground 
A faint rhythmic pattern forlorn 
Jumps the surface. 

The soil cracked all along the earth.  

Some soft wind left upon the hill
Reforming the clouds... 
Resonates remorseful broken flowers 
Whispers it's lullabies to sleep long afternoons

Unseen, unheard, untouched. 

While into the cold quiet dark 
An empty hand letting go of papers... 
The pen ink from unread letters... 
Dissolves 
The mark it once made
Dissolves
The voice it once spoke in... 

A deepness ever passionate...

Further into the ground.

Monday, April 22, 2013

The Infinite Current / Reversed Doldrums


The stars acid green valley's 
Dissolve my brain.
Lucid supernovas and chaos 
Turning in a waltz
Arteries and veins flood through the heart
Some passionate thought now mourns the loss
Time continues, the infinite current 
Arteries and veins carry through... 

The delusion inside the dream.
The dark lake of all souls.
Beings emanating strings of half-light 

I arrive at the door discontinued
By wake and sleep illusions alike
Sadness finds way of clarity 
Oceans rise... 
A ripple in the memory of her earth 
The monument has no name...
Every moment now is born.

Whispers of the oracle beneath the oak.
Within the hexagon of the sacred grove.
Blood sacrifice crossing the firmament. 
Grasping the grass beyond river Styx.

Just a sigh holds the capsule perfectly still
While we are no more together 
But a prayer in the whispering night. 
Arrives at the blockade door discontinued...
By wake and sleep, illusions deprived.

Magma liquid magenta meadows
Naked stores of the eternal city
Cascades of funnels in reversed doldrums

Every moment now is born.

...

The monument has no name...
A ripple in the memory of her earth 
Oceans rise... 
Sadness finds way of clarity 
By wake and sleep illusions alike
I arrive at the door discontinued

Beings emanating strings of half-light 
The dark lake of all souls.
The delusion inside the dream.

Arteries and veins carry through... 

The infinite current. 

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Written By:
Alec Wildey (Italics) & Trevor James (bold)
Arrangement by AW April 20-22, 2013 
Photo AW April 18th, 2013  

Saturday, April 20, 2013

God Fearing

What kept me so far behind
The rest...?
While the others were out living their lives
After school, college...
Graduate... 
Now they work for minimum wage. 

Some are married. 

So afraid of the left hand turn
Afraid of the gun...
The doctors news... 

God fearing. 

What did we expect to learn? 
Expect to get out of living so ordinary? 
Stop at the red light 
The sun goes down... 

We cry

God fearing. 

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Prot├ęctor

Always looking for a sign from above
But never given the strength to concur 
Within... how can I live without the fear
How can I let you in? 
Into my soul. 
To stay for good, in me.
As a haven to the sun 
As the spirit and protector 

God I need to believe you now...
But I don't know how...
Just give me a sign
Let me encounter...

I feel the fall from grace.  

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Dust Thou Art (I)


Judgment street...
One way paved to gray. 
Holding out open arms to disarm unwelcome. 

A path to knowledge, one can only perceive 
But not believe so well...
(The open door eludes me
Anxiety climbing up the wall.)
It is one thing to express how you matter...
But another to oblige without cautious measure.   

The crows look down from above
The weeping willow...
The elder me sits below in the shade
Wise to the bitterness that left him that way
The same month it arrived years prior. 

The love through the wind
Heavy in nature. 

Some siren... air chime of a train
Depressant fades...
Pour your liquor, deprive a wish; 
Sentimental will always be there.

In moonlight waning crescent, 
Disappear behind the clouds 
A sequence of stars uncoiled, 
Return to the soil ground. 

To me...

Dust thou art to dust returnest 

Sentimental will always be here.


Sunday, April 14, 2013

Graciously

Crumble like the leaves
Dried and wilted 
Passionate to the core
Belonging to nothing but distance. 
  
If only words were understood 
If only disease would heal, autoimmune.

Crumble like the leaves... 

Spring is here, over a year...
Riding on the wings of a angel profane.
Though I'm far from rebirth 
I feel as though I've died
Yet still suffer the tragedies of not knowing how to live. 

The great fear of life, where passion is the sedative. 

When everything we love is somehow strangely connected. 

Passionate to the core.

...

The sweet wind releases us...

Just wanting to let you go.
Because I can't bare to do more harm to you. 
Graciously, don't forget to breathe
Be strong, more powerful than I ever have. 

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Shadowed One


Drop what your doing 
Drop who you are 
Fake a smile...
Weep a storm. 

The branches may not always break my fall.

Incense drifts and candles burn...
A heart made of plastic I want to melt down.
Make me the way I feel... 
Just cover me in dust and dig a whole in the ground
So it can't feel the cold from the earth
Not cold from the sky 
Cold from the eyes of every other soul, 
That reached for comfort. 
But became the shadowed one 

Abandoned from the flesh 
Soulfly, soul release 
A stranger to me now...
No ones ever known this grace...

Taken from me. 

...

Drop what your doing 
Drop who you are 
All that you believe in...
Fake a smile...
Weep a storm. 

Chained and unchained 

The branches break my fall.


Friday, April 12, 2013

H a v e n


Petrified glass of my own reflection 
Stare down through these iron bars 
From outside looking in. 
Always one conflict to myself 
While the earth remains perfectly still.

We suffer now because it meant the world 
No other's awake... nothing to live for, 
Yet so much to lose... 

We suffer now because it meant something, to each other 
Not just to you... 

Tell me, is my blood any colder?
Are my eyes just a reflection in the dim light of day?
Reflection of the clouds that turn to rain...
Or are my branches so unforgiving? 
No, this is more than I have to give. 
Doesn't make you unimportant. 

Doesn't make you unreal. 

Doesn't make you responsible for all that's wrong with me. 

Did I ever make your soul feel safe inside...?
My haven... I need pain apart for now. 

Tell me. 

Did I ever make your soul feel safe?

... 

We suffer now because it meant the world 
No other's awake... nothing to dream over, 
Yet to much to undo... 

My own reflection through petrified glass... 
Stare down through these iron bars.

Unguarded

When I think fear, the most terrible fear of all.

It's living with something for so long
Something that makes you feel safe, 
Gives your life hope and sense of belonging...
When that something is no longer there...

The fear is unbearable.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Hollow

I feel so hollow 

Without hope inside...

I try to smile to force the optimism 
To listen to my loved ones... 
As I cry. 

Because they know 
They have my best interest in mind

Are in my heart eternally. 

To know mine is breaking more everyday... 

To keep holding blind faith,
Blind love...
In the cloud of darkness.

There are no secrets here. 

To know your stronger more compassionate than I...
For me to feel your pain... 
I'll die and become more still, 
This rooted tree, heavy in the ground...

Hollow. 

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Black Bough / Judgement Street / Rest on your Knees

What dreams may inflect this draining 
Agenbite of inwit?
Parallel courts strung along the endless wire
Inside the dancing tornado 
Of the inward bound.

Fractions of a second start to mend
Start to propel the second hand
Oblivious to her caution 
The reign of starkness on my behalf 

Inward through me, the wistful wind. 
Reign of starkness...

The apparition of these faces in the crowd
Petals on a wet. Black bough 
See without judgment the mask hiding blame
Tears, though sometimes imperative...
Lose all meaning without something to believe...

Given more pity... won't save you from yourself.  
Won't save you now.  

...

Judgement street. 

Wet cobbles link these turns in the fog.
Reeling inside yourself.
Down the staircase,
Red painted dark rooms.
Deserted low hum.
Broken glass bottles and a circle of 12 red candles 

The dark star.

Portents of this coming.
Knife flashes and a smile is revealed.
Feel these cold medieval chains.
Inside black lit dungeons 
Shackled inside the cage
Fading memories of light dissolve
Onto ripped banners pronouncing guilt 

Screams awake the silent cachapony 
Rendered weight lifting off the tips of the body
Rising, levitating mass
Limp signs reveal the ropes noise
Flashback echoed of swinging portends 
Black birds crawl silent as night infinite  
Fractured on the blank bible

...

Rest on your knees.

The horror shinning through moonshine light
From the body- cover the face
Black hole eyes are portals to you in the gaze
I linger on into and beyond for myself. 

You speak as though no one ever tried but failed
To abandon everything that makes you feel safe 
To abandon your only rule
 In your time of need...
No pressure would amount to silences 
No candle in the void of darkness 
None would rest in the half-light of right and wrong
Of cancers and of life in good health 
I struggle to believe that faith is making sense 
I rest on my knees... but find the rope still hangs at both ends

See without judgment the mask hiding blame
Tears, though sometimes imperative...
Lose all meaning without something to believe...

Given more pity... won't save you from yourself.  
Won't save you now.  

I struggle to believe that faith is making sense 
I rest on my knees... but find my heart still mourns 

The love that aches...

What dreams may inflect this draining 
Agenbite of inwit?

Alec Wildey (Italics) & Trevor James 

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Ennui


Sometimes I can't decide 
Whether I'm in heaven or in hell
The taste of blood, the acid flavor it tasted, fear.

The voice of reason don't make much 
A sound anymore..
When your reason alone.

The blood in me.
The demon. 


Broken footsteps on the shore
(The shore of broken footsteps)
ON THE SANDS OF
SOMEONE REMAINING 

Severed ties... 
The lean of hearts 
Awaken canvases. 


Maybe just dust, maybe just a tear fall... 
In the night.
ON THE SANDS OF
SOMEONE REMAINING 

... 

Of all October skies left from the cold
Pattern of leaves...
Wilted flowers, wild depression 
Warming fire of your faith
Burns solely out... 
In the autumn collecting what was left...

Wild fire, warming ennui 

This is indeed hell. 

The blood
The demon me. 


Thursday, April 4, 2013

The Needle Pushed The Red

The needles on the ground now...
Spinning on your own blood
The thoughts are out...
Sent through the wire 
And into the eyes of comprehension 
But will it ever be known? 

While the madness is quite the same 
Just more silent in the night 
Nothing forgotten just deeply repressed... 

You have read the overture 
Red glass has found a way
From shards to the vase
Where flowers held us... 
So delicately removed from reality.  
So delicately removed. 

From shards
Where flowers died in us... 

You have read the overture 

Some without prayer in mind
Have lost all importance in the landscape between 
An unfinished painting and the part of me that isn't real. 
Would come to terms with all defiance 
Would lose sight on how meaningless life is
How money changes everything...

The needle is spinning on red 
To just finish your Goddamn cigarette 
And go to bed...

Without prayer in mind. 

The needles on the ground now...
Spinning on your own blood
The thoughts are out...
Sent through the wire 
And into the eyes of comprehension 
But will it ever be known? 


Tuesday, April 2, 2013

AirChime


The train sings a song off the rail...
Late at night when I alone
Watch the street in silence... 
Sometimes I wonder if anyone else can hear it?
Or maybe if the moon is blind to me
Hard of hearing...
Emotions will detached themselves from pain
If only I could feel less...
Needing not a pill of the mind...
Allow comfort in spirits 
To dwell from the past...
Learn to live with love from a far...
Sheltering distance. 

I am beholden
For more than the eyes will ever know.
The sweet taste of the lips
From softly spoken words... 
Break the silence between worlds
Never heard... 

Like a feather fallen. 

Branch to branch 
From one hand I hold
And from the other, always reaching 
For something that is not whole 

Ethereal...

I am beholden 
For more than the eyes will ever know.

... 

The train sings a song off the rail...
Late at night when I alone
Watch the street in silence...