My joys are
Gone; disappeared during a drunken
Fight; the Words challenged the Music to a
Fisticuff; poetry lost but the banging head
Sympathize; both gone; no heart for poetry
Remains; I read your words; nothingness
Bubbles; I hear your words; stillness
Rumble; my joys are
Gone
I think it might be for the best, my best that is, if I “pass” on this invitation to be “Only Friends” as you suggest. I wanted more but like most of my ideas they would eventually fall flat needless to say. I need a friend that does not make me feel bad about feeling bad, you do; at times at least, lack the gentleness of which I crave. You claim you want to support me, yet the hand you extend most times come swinging, leaving invisible bruises for me to tend at my leisure. As a parting thought you should know, you were the first Woman I have ever fallen for. For better or for worse, the path ahead unlit and shrouded in mist, like the storyline from a book, narrated with your precious voice.
I would if I
…Could
Present to you my
…Words
Spoken in common tounge
…Accented
But discomfort, dislike and
…Hatred
I avoid my voice in
…Public
So silent I will
…Remain
My words a voice
….Deprived
My words in silence
Abide
How do I take the next step?
Leave the shadows behind.
Embrace the light and love they say
awaits those who deserves it.
How do I take the next step?
When all I see is quicksand.
Sinking further down with every
Embrace that fails to reach
Me
Spiders,
The silken soft threads that wraps me
The wholly unshaven, wavering thought
Abandonment
The yarn that binds me
I waver
I no longer…
Long…
For the spy I once was
The gladiator; cold
A biped
Kissed on the cheek
The abating shivers of old,
dancing
I cannot remember
remember the days
the days with rising sun lifting
lifting my spirit high – yet again
I cannot remember
remember the hours
the hours the bell tolled
the bell tolled twice – yet again
I cannot remember
remember the minutes
the minutes passed slowly
slowly awakening trust – yet again
I cannot remember
remember the seconds
the seconds that mattered
the matters foretold – yet again
I cannot remember
remember the promise
the promise I gave you
your promise to me – never said
No, I never agreed to sell my soul to the Devil. He came and took it when I looked the other way. Turned the blind eye to the path well lit, I chose the shadier ways. No, there was no contract written, between the bearded saint; the goat and me. I made no choice consciously, and the acid burning still; in me.
The mad man lived among men
Blending in
Bleeding out
Remorseless demons haunting
Prescribing pills
Preventing rebirth
Reigning in the modern age
Painted lips
Red as roses
The shivers come with night falling
Candle lit
Shadows dancing
Molly – Molly – Molly
Are you out there?
Molly – Molly – Molly
Come back soon
Back to the living
Blending with his
Bleeding lips of
Torment – banishing
Shadows from
Demons of old
