Your presence makes my heart sing, / Your absence makes my ears ring.
The bright sun struck three The black sun struck twelve From there It was only screams From there It was only hell ~ They fled in droves They begged for mercy They all were massacred Bargained for time Betrayed their own A mad and twisted herd ~ Spoke not in words but tongues And nobody … Continue reading Black Sun
Sick with despair Sick of this anger I can barely Stand the sight of you And your ungrateful face So I smack it Just hard enough For a little satisfaction But you merely recover And spit in my eye So I wipe it slowly Like a hunter Just enough motion That the prey Does not … Continue reading Us
Ah, so this is it, What you wanted after all. Not the reassurance of a friend, No songs, no words, no calm. You sought no warmth, no comfort, Not the pull of an embrace. No safety, no security, Nor the sunlight on your face. Not a car, not a house, Not even a new boat. … Continue reading Did you like that?
I am fine . . . just a little lost, it seems. If you do not mind waiting on me, I will find my way back one day. Maybe we might laugh again, How foolish was our youth, How cruel children are, It really has been long. If you can wait for me, Just a … Continue reading Traveler
I dreamt you no longer wanted me That you had cast me to the side I dreamt your heart had turned away And left me out to dry. You fled without a word Not so much as a trace You would not bother to hear it Nor look upon my face. There was no explanation … Continue reading How fragile we are
Our bones are buried In places holy Places that hold meaning As names lose feeling And feelings die Like all things to time And like our lives lead To places buried Until we are bones In places holy Wholly meant To hold our meaning Before the feelings And names are forgot Like all things in … Continue reading Their bones were buried there
Biting cold saps the fight from my limbs, currents toss me and I tumble, sucking, drumming, gasping, thrumming. In brief I am anchored, the tumult rushes around me. “Are you okay?” Those words lost to years. I knew better than to reach back or close my aching fingers, you might fall in. So I push … Continue reading You might have saved me
I cannot fathom letting go From the hold that I have made. I cannot let myself imagine What it is to fall. But when it takes every single bit, Every last drop of will, And when my bones ache, Skin rips, Nerves burn, Tendons scream . . . My grip loosens.
How often Did you harden your heart, And turn from the pain, When bearing the weight Became too great? ~ How many times Did you cast aside A piece of yourself, And leave it behind, Just to keep moving? ~ How many endings Did you cauterize? How many crossings Have you set aflame? Just to … Continue reading Have Your Heart
