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A Black HeartMy head spins with the vibrations of the axis
As the world dances hastily by
Such wonder in everything
From freckle on your cheekbone
To an awesome cathedral
In ecstasy and agony
In socialization with a sigh
You know that you will always
See the romance
The significance in every
So nervous, so bright
The ceaseless chatter sings a fright
You could not imagine
The hazy day of being
And the magical dream of night
With its deep dark Elysium
Which seeps into the dawn
Living all throughout the patterns
In the melancholic eye of a fawn
I see the fire
The ghost of a timeless letter
From the scruff, from the gutter
Fountains of eternity elate
From a storm
Eleven black cats over
Thirteen times sworn
Life is vibrant
In trust I know my score
An angel looks down
In the form of flesh and blood
From one glance to another
Redemption in an old jazz sigh
Dance to the beat of any heart
In my soul, in the black hole
Of my battle
UntitledWe were all but little lost souls sat in a circle, baring our inner turmoil to one another in the moulds of brief stories of our pasts and expressions of our diagnoses. We were the innoncents, the vulnerable ghosts of once happy children, with vibrant faces and imaginations brighter than the stars themselves. We were delicate, we were pretty, we were fragile and forlorn - this place of which we sat, was equally comfortable as it were constricting. The Quiet Room, wherein our noble secrets and silly crushes were conveyed -from mind to mind, we perceived a solace, a haven in one another's flaws. As though in a dream, we floated through the halls across the carpet in fluffy slippers that slid with a shuffle into the dining room, which was once drenched red with blood in the kitchen, where cannibal dinner ladies with a Cornish edge of a look, little sharp teeth and all, would welcome us for supper. The popular music videos played repeatedly on the TV, to my eyes in backwards motion - a per
Pisces and AquariusDancing on the cusp
The tide bares our lunacy
As the waves crash into the rocks
And ride swiftly onto the shore
Our hearts are full
Our minds are open
Bright, shining, vivid
Are our eyes
So greatly the intricacies
The details of
The art of the world
We are lovers
Fighters for justice
We are souls of serenity
We flit from group to group
There is never a dull spirit
In our stars
Which radiate the waters of earth
And the air of our twilight skies
Over the EdgeI breath to remind myself that I'm alive
Over the edge
On the edge
A continuum of nervous energy
A crippling anxiety
Of the worst in all areas
I am always on the brink
Of an insane mind
A curse that is ultimately
A taste like cigarettes
A destroyer of lives
Addiction is not a dreamy glamour
It is a reality
Which has its kicks, its quirks
Its nightmarish way
A tortured soul
Who's heart is kind
But which never seeps through
Its full potential
Only in words, only in artistry
Only in the tidal wave of a whirlwind history
I oppose perfection
As there is a trashy, grotesqueness
Wherein it lies
But still, my heart does strive
To fulfil a form of potential
That hits the point of perfection itself
I love a pure love
With a bit of a grit
The IntrusionThere is a shadow, always
Wherein there is light
Sinister voices echo
Within the walls of the skull
They seep through with masks
Like a cult, dwelling deep in the pit of mind
Witches chanting, devils dancing
Hysterical, naked and unveiled
Their whispers of wrath
Sneers of spite
Malicious beings, I run
I trip, I struggle to fight
Ward them off with the goodness of heart
Manipulate and manage, their evil ways
Until they are glorified
In the evolution of a production
A proud and poignant exploration of art
The music in fairyland has always been troublesome
The way of the witch, in all of her evil grace
Sends you on a trip
Bears a notion of transcendence in time
Stood still, of a heartbeat's hectic pace
GluttonyThis weight of the world is bound heavy upon my shoulders
A self induced hatred of the self lies deep in the pit of my bloated stomach
Gluttony is a kind of drug
Starved, sick and greedy
I don't stop until I am ill
With loathing and yearning
To be something small, delicate
The person inside is suffering
Yet still remains strong and large
For this hell that is this shell
Suffocating my bones
Is a kind of comfort
Like your arms as a blanket
As they wrap around the curves
Of pasty white flesh
Aristocratic and elegant
And yet so, so ugly
I am here for you, she says
The little girl which once played
In the sand and the sea, and the grass
With butterflies and fairies
At the bottom of the garden
But then there is her, the one
Who's objective is destruction
Of I, I am not
I am not, I am not
Beauty exists deep in the windows of the soul
And my chest which beats to the musical
Rhythms of the universe
There is nothing wrong with me
I am beautiful, I am whole
Dream a Reachunsilence the words
that your tongue
can't find or form
sing something new
sing an angel's wing
from tongue to sky
shake the undone and fly
like a dead jesus
i speak in tongues
less true than infinite
we dream unguided
the eras and acts
that we hold up
as our crowning
(before we can fly)
i burn another pocket
into the side of the fire
inhabitable, but captive
i put my hand in
my life in
and faith, i pound you
into every hole
and cosmic pore
between atoms and reactions
(so i can fly)
a broken sky
has dropped its fire
over eternity's shipwreck
and i sweat
alien notes, tempos
i wish and whisper
into the only air pocket
left on earth
(so it can fly)
and i'm back
within the deep again
of this heavy unbreathing
mask sewn shut
i still, and forever,
dream a reach, flight
into a safe sky
a sunrise, sunset,
(that i can remember)
quantum processself is contrivance
strip Newtonian garb
we are ghostly
neutrinos flash through
we are not
we are both
we are neither
we know not what is
we never shall
we think ourselves real
llp - dA - sep2014
Friend of EternityFriends here and friends there
Forever and ever.
Friends come and go
And friends leave and stay.
To the ones with loneliness in the halls of their hearts
A message greater than any political speech will rock the nation.
All hands and knees shall hear the praise of praises
And to the nation, praises will light up the world of the nation.
To the ones with hopelessness and to the ones who sink in the sand
Will hear the hope and the love of all nations.
The message to the nation that is in dire need of hearing hope
Will hear even my praise soar over the mountains to the oceans.
No matter who you are
No matter where you have been
No matter what you look like
There is a love greater than any love and brings nations to their knees.
A love that makes beating hears roar like lions
And a love that calls out the kings of all nations.
A love that is greater than any love
And will sing through the ages till the day comes.
Sinners of all nations; your hearts bow before the one who did it all
Psalm of the BrokenIn Your eyes O Lord,
I have done evil.
Evil that followed me since the day I was conceived
But evil that has no power over You.
O Lord, the creator of the universe and the friend to all sinners
You have overcome ever summit of this dying land.
Every mountain, You climbed and still remain holy
Even storms bow to Your glory.
Hear my cries O God, for my bones are broken and my heart in agony.
Forgive me and turn this brokenness into a song.
To feel Your spirit flow in my as I weep
And to see You light up the atmosphere of my broken soul.
Purify my soul once more my King
And do not hide me from Your console.
I have sinned against You, but I lay them at Your throne
Just to purify my soul whiter than snow.
Give me living water to drink and bread to eat
I thirst and hunger for You.
You weep for me and weep with me, but You have the power to restore a broken soul
And You turn my brokenness into a song of Your glory.
You are the one God and the King of Kings
And there is none like You.
Now, BecauseNow is the time to be tough.
Even though you don't want to be,
even though you'd rather just weep.
Now is the time to be strong.
Even though everything in you cries,
screams against it.
Now is the time to be happy.
Even though all you care about is fading,
falling rapidly into the background.
Because weeping does nobody good.
Not even you.
Because faltering only hurts you.
Not even screams help.
Because happiness is the glue
that is holding you
that is keeping you
from bursting apart at the seams.
Because even though everything, everything
Is falling away and is meaningless,
("Meaningless! Meaningless!" cries the Teacher)
You still need to ignore your grief
Keep moving and
It'll be fine.
Now is the time to be tough.
Even though it's so hard,
the hardest thing you've ever done.
Now is the time to be strong.
Even though yo
In the WoodsIn the woods my spirit wanders
it goes where now my feet shall follow
the trees, they speak with silent tongues
where wind will pass through every branch
my eyes alight with newfound life
I know this is my lasting home
the ground beneath receives me warmly
soft-spun soil has kissed my feet
the air around has touched me deeply
soaking in my every pore
the birds are singing in the trees
with peeping frogs drawn up and down
the waters of the streams are murm’ring
the distance now is not so far
and what is near is father still
the world it breathes in through the roots
where my soul is rising to
digging deep in untold heights
my spirit wanders with the breeze
here is where my people lived
where they fought and drank and built and died
the forest is our endless home
whence our finest tribes did hail
fare we well to come back home now
to bring soft flesh to bare
bear it out along the way
softest skin on rough hewn bark
the palm may breathe in with the wood
and out the lungs give a cath
GrandmaI miss you Grandma
e’er I pass through Gorham’s hills
the very same I passed now long ago
when I was just a lad
then my mind was full of wonder
and still today it wonders yet
if a part of you there lingers
in the land we both have shared
is there part of me I ask you
across the Seas of time
that lives itself out as a child
who wonders with you still
QuestionsWhat is the nature of reality?
What is the reality of nature?
What excites me? Interests me? Enrages me?
Enchants me? I still have so much to learn
about myself - and it's terrifying.
But it also intrigues and excites me
Beyond the scope of any reasonable expectation.
I could do - and be - so much...
Or I could do little to nothing significant.
In the vast expanse of my potential,
I am afraid to venture out into myself.
So I hide in anxiety and anger and laughter
Maybe it's time I set sail.
I See You on a Dark Night, Part 2The building is tall and empty
Dismally lit up by dim light
There is you, my love, and there is a lift
I make way down into the hallway
And outside into a car park
There is another building
Occupied by whores and creepy old men
I do not enter
It is then that I am traversed into another realm
Still as dark as night
The clouds above are purple and deep
Midnight blue, shadowing the stars
Which twinkle ever so softly
Daintily, they lead me to company
Or was it you who found me?
I am strangely at ease
Here in the dark with you
This being of the celeste
This entity of other planes
Hooded in a black cloak
Your skin is sickly green
Nose hooked, and eyes small and sharp
You are an ugly, frightening goblin
The who sits on my back or chest in sleep
The one who does unspeakable things
But then, as of by extra terrestrial sorcery
There is a change, metamorphosis consumes you
You are no longer scary, but
But incredibly beautiful
A young woman that stands before me
With a straight green fringe and la
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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