2:45 am

I once said that it was you
That kept me from sleeping
With your shaking and twisting

Deep dreams and tired protests
Which flung me into a dark pit
Where I sat sad and lonely

Now I lie alone
In a bed too big for one body
And still I cannot sleep

Today's Sunrise: 5:49 am

Early light, one more time
I am wide awake with a sweating soul
After days of gluttony
No rest when I must drink in
Every drop of hope that can be found

The paling sky shines softer
Than the faded moon,
Prophecy
To the anti-lullaby of of birds,
And I wait for the first stirring
Of true day

Past the crickets' cacophony
And the vague creature sounds
Beyond the forest's door
The first bird-song breaks open
A bell ringing like a waterfall
Sudden and sweet
And gone before the first note has finished

Echoing into all my memories
Of anxious nights
And new dawn greetings
The sudden tears brought
In telling my own truth

As the birds join together
In ceremony, speaking in tongues
But worshipping together
The same new day
That now taunts me with its innocence

Alight

Like reincarnation,
The burning flowers
Bloom into my eyes-
Those wooden orbs
Which sink within the flesh of my face
Weighing down into my whole soul
Dulled by greyscale filter

But!
When these dry windowframes catch fire,
Hazy like my lungs,
I see again
All beauty of colour and light
Outside the planes of my own
Polarized reality

fuck you, but please fuck me

up til four
i'll always be your personal whore
if you only feed me more
put down the bed
and pour the wine
i'll choke down my pills
we'll both feel fine
i'm fragile like a porcelain doll
and brutish like a bull
i break myself with every fall
and you with every pull

fighting or fucking
there's no in-between
when you're a needy drama queen

Wednesday

My hands are cold
And my thoughts are snarled
But the sun still shines
On the whole damn world

Mourir un peu, mon amour.

I save myself in stealing souls,

As many as I can sweep up in one fierce night

A bright set of eyes, a lock of silken hair

Wrapped in boxes on my shelf

Neglected but forever loved

Always in their place when it’s done-

Clean your room, my mother said

Dust it well, make your bed

I would rather be a speechless beast

And watch in blank curiosity

The carnival below the hill-

Pulsing, blinding lights

Warped music in the wind-

Staying on the path left by unnamed ancestors

Only doing what they should,

Pacing through time in the unlit woods

But hear me howl,

I bay for blood and lap it from outstretched hands

Never filled and ever thirsty

Begging for another scrap

I will starve to death

Don’t you believe me? 

How I sing when love is in my throat

Stolen from pretty boys and girls

Too pure with souls not yet unfurled

I am better than bad, but not much

Split in two like Solomon’s babe-

Mother, save me from myself

Or I will die on the sword’s judicial edge

Black-and-white, yes no yes no

Oh my god, fuck me slow

I give so little and take it all

But I will never confess to my victims,

For every death is beautiful

In a vast and shattered glory

When it makes that ocean sound

Of constant waves crashing down

Disjointed miracles in my own brain

Lead me to believe we are all shamans

Testing our own limits of belief and understanding

But I want 

         Your drugs

                  Your chants

                            Your spirit

Let me suck the marrow from your bones

And wear your white teeth around my neck

The birds can have your hair for nests-

I will eat the heart

As many as I can cut from chests

Left open to my knife

That sings gentle and low on the whetstone

I love you          I love you

And all my sweethearts feel like the sea-

Wrap me in waves of salt and serpents

Pulsing together and pulled by the moon

To fertility and inevitable decay

Spilling over with blood from the cup

A spectacle of blatant tragedy, 

Whipped to froth and frenzy

A thousand fractured splinters,

And here I thought they glittered

Scattered through the universe

But they are only dead bits cast-off as gifts

Here- take me, I cannot sell myself

To any bidder, for I am priceless

Only worth worshipping piece from piece

A neverending gluttonous feast

Take the poison now and die unspent

Or fight for every taste less soothing,

Ask for more until you fall into your grave

The last bed of the well-rested son

Always up early to greet the morning through the trees-

Sleep, sleep some more with me

Hear that steady roar again?

The thumping of the death drum

That drives us to the cliff-

I live for that flowing blood and wet skin

The sounds of despair in any delight

Knowing that’s one less sweet grape to eat,

An empty skin left at my feet

The ambient sound of extinction

Sleepy-slow as a lullaby

Filling that ache behind my eyes,

Rushing in and out of open lips

Too bitter to speak, too dear to kiss

How many nights have I spent like this?

Visions opened on my own deep fear

Of too many loves and not enough years


-November 24, 2015, 11:30 pm-

Golden Apple

I am so accustomed to forgiveness

Receiving it like an expectant greedy child

That I take offense to your bartering

You put a price on the water of life 

Which I need to cleanse the stains on my heart

The foul marks left of my own wrongdoing

Still I blame you for the symptoms 

The hard chill that sweeps through my soul

Bitter at its own selfish appetite

More hungry with each slight scent of Spring

And new beginnings in any reality

Though I know the stories won't fill me up

But you’re sweet like the first golden apple

That fell to the ground before my weary eyes

Tempting me with the promise of rebirth

Though I knew I must be my own midwife

I let your sweet wisdom take me from my self

And became the reflection of your own light

Now the silver mirror has tarnished

Turned to a blood moon full of ripeness and decay

Waning on the other side of violent deaths

Still you shine brightly as you did that first new dawn

Beckoning my spirit to dance and sing

In spite of the shadows you cast on my face

Here I should end it all

Drive the sword through the heart of every fantasy

And live forever swept with the sea foam

Never to land on any fertile shore

For others have paid more for their guilt

Than only to survive with their unforgiven sins

~12/3/15, 12:06 AM~