| Nothing To Repair |
[Nov. 27th, 2009|06:05 am] |
I have a sinners heart,
I drag my way slowly home
cursing my tired bones
(a million transgressions
echoing alongside
the creaks that footsteps make
on this wooden floor
in this abandoned home)
I own a simple heart
I know the things you need,
I know you'll make it right
(there's nothing here
to repair
when there is no rain,
just leaves falling desperately
from trees
[from the heavens
they descend
and drain from me
my disbelief])
I've got broken bones
and constellations
that don't understand
my cordial convalescence
and you're not willing to stay
so I'll stay clean and pray
while this divine fire burns gray
(I know the things you need,
I hope you'll get me right)
I have a sinners heart
and I know
that you'll devour me
As a side note, all three of the poems I just posted are still works in progress, with huge room for change. Most of the time when I post they're completed or virtually completed. Not so much on these three. I changed them considerably just when I posted them, I'll probably rework them quite a bit more still..... |
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| Mannequins |
[Nov. 27th, 2009|05:47 am] |
Prudent Desire
show me your face
in this artificial light
(the only place
where we can feel safe
anymore)
We are all
so capable
of such egregious inhumanity
We treat each other with such dark disregard
spawned from a frightful fear
enduring individual tears
as if they were nothing more
than faceless mannequins
(frozen memories
left in the corners
of the dark,
as statues of divinity
monuments to all
that we have been
and what
we can no longer be)
Glory to purity
and this holy heart,
so rare,
like a lotus
drifting blissfully on the ocean
after a careful kiss
(We are digging
our own graves)
Here,
are the things I need,
Here,
are the things I keep
(Every metaphor for chaos
that exists
and every bit of beauty
spawned from that which is abstract
could give birth to symmetry
if we'd just believe)
But the elegy lingers
(We let hope slip
through our grimy fingers) |
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| Returning To A Familiar Home |
[Nov. 27th, 2009|05:33 am] |
This farewell
tastes sweet
and I still feel
the placid loneliness
that drifted in
after your goodbye
but somehow
it is still truth
that isolation is safety,
being alone,
is being deep
within the calm and peaceful heart
of a ghost
Your eyes
discarded me
and drowned
words
in the notes
and proverbs
I sought destruction
while snow fell
with paragon patience:
determined to descend
onto my warm skin
and though I breathe
then choke on this
I have learned
to be perfect
and to exhale
Winter,
and desire
in a single breath
(you are a joyous goodbye,
sending me silently back
to this sacred safety)
So Sanctity
the countless wrinkles in your skin
are just insuperable smiles
(Sorrow is just another Sin) |
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| The Seasons Are Soluble |
[Nov. 25th, 2009|02:48 am] |
The city lights
they shine
in a distance
that is palpable
and the fire cracks
the trees
have lost their leaves
(lost them in
the cold)
We are all haunted
by ghosts
crawling through our memories
(caught by the months
as they pass
and we leave a little more behind
with every forward step)
So if you feel
like now is the time to fall
then I'll let you go
Your affluent heart
bursts
with generosity
and something
that I can not understand
yet though I try
I am unable to synthesize
hope and pain
into something
that you'd understand
November is white
and tempting
winter to come quietly
into its fallacy
while December is gray,
painted by numbers
and selected memories
(I feel better when I get some sleep
I'll feel better when the winter's gone) |
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| An Atom In The Sun |
[Oct. 24th, 2009|03:10 am] |
We still search
for some significance
in the stars,
still stay
in the breast of today
cutting words cautiously
carving out laughter
and wonder
(another distraction
to save us from ourselves)
You can leave,
you can go
parade what worth you have
in the streets of Elysium
where names are blood
and meaning is the house
that shelters you from
love and hate,
(ain't it good to be back home)
We are creatures of uncertainty
but there are lights
dangling in the sky
impossibly beautiful,
seemingly static
amidst the chaos of our lives,
a piece of perfection
pleading for recognition
(Truth is demonised
and stigmatised
relegated to a convenience
only to be touched
when all that is
is gone)
So remember
that with our thoughts
we create the world
(We are born to die) |
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| Rough Mind (Condemned) |
[Oct. 24th, 2009|02:13 am] |
An old mans eyes
burn quietly
(wearing his drink
on his sleeve)
Desperate despair
driving the last shards
of sanity
away from the fray,
and we all say
that we can't stay,
I can't stay
even though you've lost yourself,
(So is anybody waiting at all
for you
'cause it's time for something,
time to tell,
time to wander around
in the lost and found,
to sit alone and drown)
We are all guilty
of ignoring eachothers pain,
a universal transgression
(indifference to suffering)
we defer responsibility,
compassion,
to silence,
give away worth
to the hopeful,
hopelessly bleeding
under the rain
and dispose of our shame
in the depths of ignorance
and I can't find you anymore,
you've faded away
lost your humanity
in the mirror of fear
where what is tired
and misunderstood
is dead
to young eyes
Whispers swirl
and move about
until they become thoughts
dressing silence in sin
(Is anybody waiting at all
for us,
when we are ignorantly hopeless,
on our long way down) |
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| Wandering Refuge II |
[Aug. 20th, 2009|03:43 pm] |
My mind
is weary,
my body
is tangled
with time and air,
my spirit
is tired,
exhausted by existence
Desire digs a grave
for what worth is left
of our ghosts
(convertibles and chaos
caress eachother,
while we consume
truth and justice)
yet, disgust
is no remedy,
disdain for humanity
may be justified,
but justice,
it does not create
Misery is sold
to somnambulist strangers
as if it was some precious commodity
(We lie and lie and lie and lie,
we dream and dream and dream,
we cry and cry and cry and cry,
We love
what is above,
yet loathe
reality
so easily)
We are so worthy
of contempt
that at times
it can seem difficult
to justify our superficial existence
(I don't belong
in this world) |
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| Wandering Refuge I |
[Aug. 20th, 2009|03:43 pm] |
There is silence
and I don't know
where I belong
(Do you know
where you belong?)
just that
I want to erase
this capacious despair
and replace it
with safety
(precarious though it will be
in its infancy)
and everything just burns
to the ground,
it all goes
from beautiful noise
to mournful whispers
both merely vain and clumsy attempts
to become everlasting echoes
(like light
leaving its star
to find your eyes)
But chaos careens
off of your fingers,
fingers like knives,
denying desire
and destroying destiny
(I'd cut doubt
and caress gravity
but what's the use
when all I have
is silence?) |
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| Endure |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|05:47 am] |
Touch me
with disease
and let loose
your thoughts
(let logic
illuminate loneliness
and the wisdom
granted to those
suffering solitude)
Honour looks
emaciate
and haunted
by betrayal
and memories
of past glory
and yet you
continue to vehemently insist
on selfish neutrality
clinging to superficiality
and the edge of reason
(somehow still alive,
but suffocating surreptitiously) |
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| Inhale |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|05:47 am] |
Crawl towards me
like a wounded spider
and with ostebsibly open arms
I will wait
for you
(wait to crush you
with a blunt tomorrow
and terrify you
with today)
Are we like you say,
just creatures of decay,
animals consumed by lust,
and doomed to dust?
(We are simple slaves
silently slipping
further from serenity
We gasp and choke
on artificial love)
Squirm away
from this hope,
writhe powerfully
as you struggle to breathe
because
I don't believe
any of these things you've said to me
to be true
So sweet women
I'll be honest, I am "miserable,"
how are you?
In the ocean
there is a panacea
for our humanity
and your inimical desperation
(there,
the quiet sound
of water
will cover us
and force placidity
down our throats) |
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| Deconstruction |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|05:47 am] |
Youth disappears
so rapidly
We stumble
so often
leading lives
of desperate silence
and we scrape away
at the edges of Omega
with Art and Dance,
with hungry Kisses
and Conversation,
we shower it
with tears
and wasted years
and as we age,
we become quiet,
humble in our acceptance
of the grim darkness
We mumble truth and lies
as decay breeds desperation
How shattered we can be
when the sun rises,
quietly illuminating
crimes of youth
and we crumble
elegantly,
carefully,
as if we were purposely
disassembling ourselves
in slow motion
O,
how quietly
we will scream.
Changed the last three lines from "Oh,/How slowly/We move" I believe that I shall keep the change. |
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| Contempt |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|05:44 am] |
You are naked,
gently worthless,
tasteless to my tongue,
foolishly vain,
idiotically consumed
by the drifting and meaningless thoughts
of others
(your silicone mind
murders desire)
your body is vacant
save for a plastic heart,
desperate to be wanted,
utterly shildish
and repulsive
(yet i let you stay,
let your lips have their way)
In the dark
I feel nothing
and in the dark
I pray to stay
(you're nobody girl,
you're a nobody girl) |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 31st, 2009|06:31 am] |
The morning wind
flows past me
and it carries stories
that will force your eyes
to open
and it tastes bittersweet
like compassion
and change
I've lost my way
for the millionth time
So I'll open up my arms and say
"My heart is still blind,
yet still the sun shines
on this grey man,
this moving clay."
Dispassionate words
travel towards you
as I open my mouth
and there is something inside
that resembles satisfaction
(My isolation
is desire) |
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| Naked Lights |
[May. 31st, 2009|06:31 am] |
How terrifyingly beautiful
we are,
like summer air
we tumble about
colliding occasionally
with certainty and force,
how cautiously chaotic
we are,
when our eyes close
and our lips touch
(how ravenous we become
under the suns warmth)
I felt you slide silently,
somewhere into the sunset
as a tender gasp
escaped your throat
and you let me ravish
your body
with quiet determination.
There, in those moments
I drowned in you
and your body
Then like the northern lights
you slipped away.
You were never meant to be held
(like your red dress,
your heart looked better
tossed upon the floor) |
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| Untitled |
[May. 18th, 2009|03:36 am] |
I see a beautiful face,
features carved out carefully
by angels
with faith and serenity
Eyes that beg for lust,
lips innocent and tender
I see that strangers face
and I turn away
I heard there was a miracle
dancing downtown
in the bitter rain
but I am drowning
in the futures darkness
sinking further
with each bleak second
that ticks by
I descend
into my thoughts,
letting the hollow voices float by
while the night branches out,
spreads its winds
(savagely blowing
my memories away)
Tragic stitches
on the silent fool
covering a body
disfigured and emaciated,
continuously cut,
by the endless distance
between birth
and beauty
Not that anyone reads this, but i feel the need to point out that i had a great deal of difficulty with the last paragraph. I rephrased, moved things around, changed individual words, etcetera... I changed the word that is currently birth about 10 times before i settled on birth. If anyone has any constructive criticism on the last part, it would most certainly be appreciated. |
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| Carving Meaning |
[May. 18th, 2009|03:36 am] |
Burn slowly,
fingertips like ashes
(meant to blow away
rapidly in the wind)
let the inertia
of my desire
bring you to peace
(this place where
we forget
about time,
plastic people
and sultry sins)
Shadows are answers,
ghosts of what
we can not say,
reflections of facades
(we've lost our way)
Breathe carefully,
lungs like crucifixes
(meant to be nailed
to our wooden hearts)
take your time,
decay slowly,
disobey and defy
(swallow this lie
one more time:
what a perfect pill,
how beautiful,
this capricious kill) |
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| A Palpable Transgression |
[Apr. 8th, 2009|03:14 am] |
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| | The Gaslight Anthem - The '59 Sound | ] |
Below my memories
I watched the rain
kissed this stone
and tossed it at the moon
because these dirty blues
found me a little too soon
and I drift
in pieces,
I breathe
in fragile fragments
of time
(forlorn and emaciated,
struggling to find inspiration
in this insipid existence)
The banality of your heart(s)
causes me to close my eyes;
eyes exhausted by starlight,
and torn asunder
by the air I breathe
(air so mundane,
wasted by ungrateful lungs)
Now I'm struggling to placate
this painful ambivalence
searching for worth,
for tangible meaning
in this ghost called fate
(she kisses my lips
with haunting slowness
and there is nothing here
but palatable fire
consuming ether,
awkwardly effacing grace,
satisfyingly uprooting sanity)
We are transient,
furtively fragile,
famously inconsequential,
simple fools
crawling futilely through echoes
We are just bitter tempests
offering an ephemeral scream
then fading away
into the force of our own misplaced anguish
(How like children,
We fall) |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 26th, 2009|01:06 am] |
Snowflakes descend
quietly, gently
on this cloudy morning
and my eyes are open
so I can not dream
or hold this perfect silence,
just pieces of you,
broken and irredeemable
(like Me)
There is a constant tide
of misplaced desire
burning my memories
while I clumsily
caress your imperfect skin
(alleviating the injustice of loneliness
for this microscopic moment)
and yet,
I remain distant
I walk the streets
in solitude
Because I have no compass,
I have no grace,
I am made
from archaic stones
and fragile memories
(I am just a body
bound for bliss
in another strange bed:
tangled bodies
writhing, burning
So close,
Yet so alone) |
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| Goglgothas Fallacy |
[Feb. 26th, 2009|01:00 am] |
Is there truth to these dogmatic beliefs?
is this ubiquitous theology
spawned from some desperate psychogenic neede?
Some need to give some kind of profound meaning
to each simple breath
Does one cry
when one steps upon golgotha
without knowing the significance
of the earth that is tread upon?
Or would it simply be
the sadness
that holds tight in each of us
to the emptiness of the cosmos,
the void we each attempt to fill
with each breath,
with each kiss,
each silent word
spoken in a vain attempt
to sanctify the noise
humming, buzzing,
through the streets
I will transsubstantiate
into a manifestation of disbelief,
bury faith in these archaic fears
beneath this seraphic allusion;
promulgated by nothing more
then a piece of meat
and throw my heart
into what little humanity
I can find |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 28th, 2009|01:32 pm] |
The Breast of History
can not contain
my desire,
or my egregious iniquities
long enough
to consume this prurient decision
to dream,
wildly,
of chaos and catasrophe
transforming this transient existence
into a manifestation of silence
and plastic placidity.
It can not tame
this consolidated heart
that has spawned inviolable thoughts
in the warm blood
flowing, strangely, through hungry veins
and an awakened mind
You are noble,
incorrigibly beautiful,
and yet irreversibly abhorrent
to the senses
When I wake
and hear your tongue click
"Tic, tock
tic, tock."
You have no catharsis,
no way to bleed out
the poisonous pain
that is consuming this silence
with sick serenity,
you are the paradoxical panacea
extending a broken hand
to those who would listen
(A hand that resembles silk
draped over people and nations:
harsh creations,
abrasive to our Our stumbling serenity)
So lay down your judgments,
let your crown gather dust
on the warm ground,
lay down in this bed of crisp dew,
let me see you naked
in all your splendor:
Open your legs wide,
and let Me dig out your soul |
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