Wednesday, January 9, 2013

kiss death

i await the muse the breath


Allow the anger to seethe

bubble 

under bleached skin

Talons 

raking scars of light

congealing acid 

as it flows free

 

Drip

drip

upon the carcass 

blackened 

by the sun

 

My eyes

liquid pools of ink

darken’d 

under a harlequin moon

 

Short

staccato 

draws of air

Warm to inhale

warm 

on exhale

 

Feted tongue 

feeds beyond

Tastes

contours of flesh

traced 

in silhouettes of shadows

left as marks 

upon stone

 

Scared for time

sequences of blurring

Dark

shifts

Sands

in time

click

Click

Allow sound

to escape the burning

 

listen if you can

Listen

quiet

Hear death

as is beats in two

listen 

hear me

As I

kiss

death

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Butterflies Breath

The muse holds a shimmer


Every street light showers an addiction in neon

If this hope for you was to come back, is gone

Dressed in skin I couldn't weave enough to loose

Chipped in black, torn nails hang from my fingers

Eyes glazed in shadows live through the dawn

 

Tears, scream in the breeze as tomorrow falls 

Crazed, crackled Jade as your eyes say sorrow is mine

Plead in fuken forgiveness as a shallow lament is yours

SImple as it may be, I can forgive a denial of blood

Sleep in an alcoholic haze as summers drift on by

 

I cannot choose fear

Live in the sun

Walk away from others as they hold out a hand

Pick the scabs until they bleed

Stain my skin in hues of blood

Forget the path you walk

One you can remove

WIth a nod

And a choice

A better life lays 

Captured in a dragons breath

And folded paper

While I live and die

Tipped by a rusty blade

Sliced in a vein

Silhouetted in oblique

Against the obscure

As a twist in ten saves me

But not the sun

 

A dream will carry a silence born

Several steps upon a crooked pavement echo arrival

Waft a feather of forgiveness upon a blessed soul

Count the shadow of lies in scars upon my flesh

Look upon the scars as I follow you

 

Im having trouble as I try to sleep

I open heavy eyes to a day just before

Left alone again in a crocked spine adjusting to delirium

Silence beckons peace unlike before I dream of death

In silence I kiss the butterflies breath




Wednesday, January 2, 2013

As I hide

As I sit with the muse in silence


Why would I cry

When my head hangs low in the clouds

My heart feels heavy in your silence

To many times a fear has fallen away

 

The sky seems less blue 

Looking for a time more like before

Empty hands hold a memory

Less in the love that remains

 

Old is born from a heartbeat

Strung on a single chord

Coloured on the inside like a weary soul

I think I might just hide