Damnation is the stitches in my hide
I look not to promises of what is to come
For the birds will eat my trail of bread
And die on the poison of it's failure
The swath I cut is one of longing
I wish to stand on the highest hill
And see what is mine
I long for my bones to lay shattered
Across the sands of distant shores
My flesh to be the banner of a War yet waged
My soul to be the pushing force
That sets lips to lips
And guides the lost
Back home
To their bedroom window's pane
I want to live
God Damn You.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Tense
In silence hour face of night
He asked what else to do but write
Control to take and then exhale
He leaves behind another trail
Of inside's ashes, dry and pail
No longer lost
No will to fight
No moments left
No wrong or right
A drape of then weighs cold and dense
With terror wakes his skin repents
Against a wall of stolen thoughts
The spotlights trace
His hidden face
Vitality gives way and rots
No longer lust
No longer life
No longer bottle
No longer knife
Aside from reason, ever sought
His love and lust give way and rot
His spotlights trace a shadow's face
Against the trails he then exhales
A stolen ring from freedoms wife
Control and terror never fail
To blanket faith from head to tail
Cut free and seek another life
Cut free and sing the song he lost
Escape from shadows clung like frost
Take knife and thaw with freedom's saw
Take faith and light and bottle tight
No longer trust
No wrong or right
He asked what else to do but write
Control to take and then exhale
He leaves behind another trail
Of inside's ashes, dry and pail
No longer lost
No will to fight
No moments left
No wrong or right
A drape of then weighs cold and dense
With terror wakes his skin repents
Against a wall of stolen thoughts
The spotlights trace
His hidden face
Vitality gives way and rots
No longer lust
No longer life
No longer bottle
No longer knife
Aside from reason, ever sought
His love and lust give way and rot
His spotlights trace a shadow's face
Against the trails he then exhales
A stolen ring from freedoms wife
Control and terror never fail
To blanket faith from head to tail
Cut free and seek another life
Cut free and sing the song he lost
Escape from shadows clung like frost
Take knife and thaw with freedom's saw
Take faith and light and bottle tight
No longer trust
No wrong or right
The Moth Hunter
A broken chair creeks in protest as I surrender to the gravity that batters me throughout the day. My arms hang heavy, like sides of beef, and my head rolls back and around as a fountain of withheld smoke evacuates from the empty pits of my chest.
The window, open wide, blows in frigid night-time that cuts to my bones. I make no move to close it.
In vain I blink my tearless eyes. The LCD has baked them dry like corn chips for what feels like days now. The ashtray overflows and spills soot and cancer out over my keyboard. I make no move to clean it.
I look up to see myself looking back down on me, and frowning. I lift my middle finger towards the heavens to exorcise my meta-cognitive manifestation. I know he's still watching.
Even that music that once washed me clean and patched my mind and soul, like a childhood blanket, simply lingers in the air. It floats through my ears and leaves a tasteless residue on my mind's tongue.
Empty words spill out of emotionless hands to faceless names a world away. I tell myself they love me, and die when they fade away.
I've become a moth hunter. They serve me no purpose, but to look on them gives me joy. They simply seek the flame to engulf them, and set them free. Yet I keep trying to catch them and put them in my empty little jars, so I can watch them closely and tell myself they love me.
The window, open wide, blows in frigid night-time that cuts to my bones. I make no move to close it.
In vain I blink my tearless eyes. The LCD has baked them dry like corn chips for what feels like days now. The ashtray overflows and spills soot and cancer out over my keyboard. I make no move to clean it.
I look up to see myself looking back down on me, and frowning. I lift my middle finger towards the heavens to exorcise my meta-cognitive manifestation. I know he's still watching.
Even that music that once washed me clean and patched my mind and soul, like a childhood blanket, simply lingers in the air. It floats through my ears and leaves a tasteless residue on my mind's tongue.
Empty words spill out of emotionless hands to faceless names a world away. I tell myself they love me, and die when they fade away.
I've become a moth hunter. They serve me no purpose, but to look on them gives me joy. They simply seek the flame to engulf them, and set them free. Yet I keep trying to catch them and put them in my empty little jars, so I can watch them closely and tell myself they love me.
Transudation
This cage of ether
These bars of night
My hands are free to touch your face
And play this violin
This second fiddle
She said its tune is the sweetest of all
yet I'm still behind the wall
of sweet sweet ether
can't cross the line
addiction
tradition be damned
I can't get enough
I play as loud as I can
But the seat is the same
The second seat
The back row
I sit alone and watch the show
And when she takes a bow
I throw my rose
Falling short of all hope
I sit alone
A Twisted Pair
Don't ask me why I always pair these two together, but they just sort of came into existence at the same time, and so I leave them as a pair, even though they have nothing to do with each other.
Tear cork, 'er pouring overflows
A flood of forty days
Wash out, we hopeless from our homes
And quell our common flames
The lions claws made dull and neat
Deep sour hibernation
Another beast awakes for meat
From boiling acclimation
Oh liquid night, oh prison glass
Take mind, and touch, and sight
For senses show us only past
When all we seek is light
-----------------------------
Tear cork, 'er pouring overflows
A flood of forty days
Wash out, we hopeless from our homes
And quell our common flames
The lions claws made dull and neat
Deep sour hibernation
Another beast awakes for meat
From boiling acclimation
Oh liquid night, oh prison glass
Take mind, and touch, and sight
For senses show us only past
When all we seek is light
-----------------------------
The hand that feeds is not alone
You modern dogs of war
One holds the leash and takes the bone
As seen in days before
So live in kenneled chains of fear
And beg for every scrap
But let them not between your ears
Our you'll fall in their trap
Devour every scroll of text
And read 'tween every line
For they can keep you tethered
But they cannot leash your mind
You modern dogs of war
One holds the leash and takes the bone
As seen in days before
So live in kenneled chains of fear
And beg for every scrap
But let them not between your ears
Our you'll fall in their trap
Devour every scroll of text
And read 'tween every line
For they can keep you tethered
But they cannot leash your mind
The Lord Without
We lost of heart, with empty hands
Now disengaged from ether strands
Once choked and cold like winters fist
Who spits a curse at flavor's kiss
In gates and bars the lord did rest
A knife of pride within his chest
Out from the keep he kept his dreams
And laughed to hear his maiden's screams
The last and first forever tied
Unwanted from the taste of pride
Sought wander till the watchman lied
His road and sky and past unknown
With hungry palms he sits alone
Until at last his face is shown
To choose between his heart or throne
The hide of beasts and fangs of bone
With hungry claws he sits alone
To bar the doors and break the chains
Outside the walls he keeps his pains
The path to take now mapped in veins
The first and last forever tied
Sought wander till the watchman lied
And in the end he only died
Now disengaged from ether strands
Once choked and cold like winters fist
Who spits a curse at flavor's kiss
In gates and bars the lord did rest
A knife of pride within his chest
Out from the keep he kept his dreams
And laughed to hear his maiden's screams
The last and first forever tied
Unwanted from the taste of pride
Sought wander till the watchman lied
His road and sky and past unknown
With hungry palms he sits alone
Until at last his face is shown
To choose between his heart or throne
The hide of beasts and fangs of bone
With hungry claws he sits alone
To bar the doors and break the chains
Outside the walls he keeps his pains
The path to take now mapped in veins
The first and last forever tied
Sought wander till the watchman lied
And in the end he only died
The Murder's Song
This is one of my simplest and most straight forward poems, but I think that is why I like it so much. I wrote it outside at work while smoking and watching the crows fly.
I dearly love to watch the crows
There dancing in the tree
The murder's song is dark and sweet
They voice it just for me
On chilling wind their wings cut clean
Above the park of green
They only perch to wish me well
These shadows in my dream.
I dearly love to watch the crows
There dancing in the tree
The murder's song is dark and sweet
They voice it just for me
On chilling wind their wings cut clean
Above the park of green
They only perch to wish me well
These shadows in my dream.
The Cycles of the Moon
Okay, this is as nerdy as it gets, but this is a poem I wrote for a fantasy world that I run with dungeons and dragons. There are four different moons that quarter the year, and between each is a dead gray moon. This song/hymn/poem reflects those cycles and their religious meaning.
The Azure Princess, Cloaked in white
Stands vigil over kingdom night
Her frozen tears take wind and wing
And guide the dawning of the spring
The Green Eyes Goddess slowly paws
Into the darkness sinks her claws
In prowl she seeks the hidden light
While cutting pinholes in the night
The Warrior with his golden shield
Rides brave across the midnights field
With lance of dawn held tight in fist
He races down the mornings list
A sanguine scar is carved on high
And bleeds across the broken sky
Like ripples in a crimson lake
It guides lost spirits in its wake
And after each the ivory woe
A ghost with gloom and death in toe
And while his eyes are last to show
He sees what others fear to know.
The Azure Princess, Cloaked in white
Stands vigil over kingdom night
Her frozen tears take wind and wing
And guide the dawning of the spring
The Green Eyes Goddess slowly paws
Into the darkness sinks her claws
In prowl she seeks the hidden light
While cutting pinholes in the night
The Warrior with his golden shield
Rides brave across the midnights field
With lance of dawn held tight in fist
He races down the mornings list
A sanguine scar is carved on high
And bleeds across the broken sky
Like ripples in a crimson lake
It guides lost spirits in its wake
And after each the ivory woe
A ghost with gloom and death in toe
And while his eyes are last to show
He sees what others fear to know.
The Mother and the Sun
Some see the night and lay to rest
As though the window to life is shut
Lock and Key
Time and Place
It is the Earth's Shadow
And I for one feel safe
Behind of the shield of my Mother
My home
For what threat does the Universe hold
For her children
Than the near and looming flame
So many babes
Each scared and alone
And though they hate her
And though they kill her
She kills them back
And loves them
It is family
Where we fight the hardest
And Love the most
So I will feel safe in my Mother's shadow
And though my feet trace her wrinkles
And the smoke from my heart rises
I will embrace this night
And the next
For the darkness is my shield
As though the window to life is shut
Lock and Key
Time and Place
It is the Earth's Shadow
And I for one feel safe
Behind of the shield of my Mother
My home
For what threat does the Universe hold
For her children
Than the near and looming flame
So many babes
Each scared and alone
And though they hate her
And though they kill her
She kills them back
And loves them
It is family
Where we fight the hardest
And Love the most
So I will feel safe in my Mother's shadow
And though my feet trace her wrinkles
And the smoke from my heart rises
I will embrace this night
And the next
For the darkness is my shield
Life is like a Yard Sale, only you wish you were home.
I look back and say "I loved that jacket.
And now some damned delinquent has it."
For when the world was ours to make
We took the give and left the take.
So bite your sorrow just to taste it.
You had the mirror, you should have faced it.
When I said tongue in cheek was fine,
I wanted yours inside of mine.
Some people dance to not be sad.
And some move slow just like their Dad.
So go up top and try to shout it,
But please just don't write home about it.
And now some damned delinquent has it."
For when the world was ours to make
We took the give and left the take.
So bite your sorrow just to taste it.
You had the mirror, you should have faced it.
When I said tongue in cheek was fine,
I wanted yours inside of mine.
Some people dance to not be sad.
And some move slow just like their Dad.
So go up top and try to shout it,
But please just don't write home about it.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
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