Self

In the shadow of an angels wisp

I walk alone

My company a heart of gold

Scarred from a journey of years

Skin littered with the remnants of life

Burdens of others carried in a pocket jingling of loose change

Each mask worn protects from prying eyes

The fragile inner worn weak and easy to break

Let no other soul in lest the fragility be born

Look to the stars in hope and restitution 

Silence greets me now words unspoken drift on the currents

Reflection on the sands brings an end to a new day

Voices heard scatter as clearing the mind

Allow me to return to the place of mirrors

I see you and you see me

I see myself again

Reflections

Crying yourself to sleep as a forgotten yesterday closes in

Acid dipped and toxic chrome glistens in blood 

Discarded you leave a light on to save from stepping on glass

Syringes littler another day scratching your name on the wall

Somewhere a scream is carved in a distant memory

I cannot remember when I heard your name whispered in my ear

Listen 

Hush my sweet 

Buried in your skin is a key to this belonging

Chance be taken as I drift into severed dreams

Gritty is the kiss on lipstick lips painted scarlet like words scrawled on the mirror

"Death becomes hypnotic resolutions"

Laughter 

Mocking the shadows as they close into my being

Hush 

Listen to the voices in my hand

Travel the carousel in its never ending journey passing angels on my side

To change a fragment in time when the hands have passed

Eloquent words fall on ears with no sound 

Begin

Begin again

Pure emotion overtakes the maligned thoughts crawling the ceiling

Fractures envelope every corner 

Every sentence uttered begins again 

Every syllable hides the true thought as you begin to grow again

 

 

hope

Twisted in the shards that lie dying on the canvas
Fragments of hope sung on beats of a butterflies wing
Can you see me now as I kiss the refracted light
Lullabies burn devouring colours from the sunset

Dislocated by the congealed blood under these fingernails
Dissipating memories recoil as today forms the photographs of a mind
From here we can see the shadow of the gods as they rest now
Building from the beginnings as life turns it back on what has begun

Reality bleeds into the river as one to have never seen love
Tasting virtues belonging to another time I do the best i can
Footsteps leave a trace in rays of sunlight burnt into this skin
Blowing the dust from the ground as I sit and I wait


© 2014 Adrian AIDZ Giannini