The muse and I hold hands and kiss the moon
Something wrong in the air today
I gotta get up
Before we erase the shuffle
N burn the thoughts back to the place before
It all began in the strobe lights
The three or four shadows danced on the wall
While the cops kissed my head with the toes of their boots
As the truth be told it was days before when I lost my soul
My blood soaks the concrete n I count the diamonds n pearls
I pay the price of trying to keep the voices quiet
WIth the booze and the pills and the cheap hookers dripping lipstick from their dreams
I don't believe I ever saw you cry
In the dark corners where I seen you scream
N kissed the rusty blade asking my name
I danced alone that night didn't I
Like a fool I believed in something that could never be
You watched for a longest of times
Drifting in your silent screams
Transgressed beyond those that can hear or care to hear anymore
When it rains it stains
Stains the world in colours of red
Stains all my skin in colours Ive never seen
Colours this canvas not in blues and greens
Stains in red and spreads the more in rains
Its something we have in common
Common more than most would have others believe
The warmth soaks and bleeds my being
Ive kissed the metallic on more than one occasion
Drank in the moist fragrance from the air
Let me hold it to the sky
Show them all what I could have been if I wanted
What I should have been if I wanted
I wanted to be then one who was me
That was never going to be
Those times you came into my room
In the darkness of the night
I now always sleep with the light on
It would be our little secret you said
Well its a secret all right forever
Forever is a long time but not in this lifetime
Yours has been kissed short
A bullet for your thoughts
A penny for my wishing well came in good
One last time
Sit in the golden waves of a field of drifting one last time
Tasting the metallic one last time
Smile and listen to the music that is nature one last time
I watch the azure fade and the clouds smile
One last time
6 comments:
I liked the repetition, really added to the overall feel. When it rains it stains was a great line too, very nice.
Its an obvious thing to count the imagery within a poem but... wow! This says so much, all wrapped in ribbons and barbed wired dreams!
Excellent love xoxo
Love the feel of this piece A--
Lots of great lines--taste the metallic one last time--
There's a lot to like here.
The use of colour, the imagery, the way the verses are structured. It's all good.
"The three or four shadows danced on the wall
While the cops kissed my head with the toes of their boots" and that's just sublime writing.
Great work here.
whew...some poem man...the it will be our little secret stanza though is a gut twister...sadly heard that far too many times...
A fine spew of dark, and the repetition is miraculously good for what you're doing here--dark dark and depper dark, yet somewhere in there is something that knows the light. Keep writing--it's working.
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