Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Bold Silent Masks

And in the end twas silence loud
met by masks stark and proud,
awash in red and yet still cold
met this silence loud and bold,
but still what erred but humans weak
who fail to see and fail to speak?
They who wander lost and sick
with nothing on their bones to pick,
their souls too dusty,
minds too faint,
hearts gone rusty,
none a saint;
for they speak not and stand so sure
as if they know that they are pure
but they are silent at the end
when all shall innocence pretend
but what has erred but humans weak
who cannot feel and do not speak...
wearing masks and standing proud
behind a silence bold and loud

8/27/13

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Partial Spacial Mountains

sanctimonious and glorious
you paraded us
like we were just
but now I see
in silently reverie
nothing was what I thought that I would see.............
.....I see partial spacial mountains breaking
echoes like my bones are quaking
darling, what is this shaking
in my hands?
ceremonious and ridiculous
you named us
and we were just
nothing to see
I now perceive
nothing was what I thought I did see............
......I see partial spacial mountains breaking
fragments of my bones are aching
darling, what is this shaking
in my hands?
nothing but space quaking, breaking, shaking
darling, i think the universe is aching
realizing we were faking
nothing was what I thought I did see.........
.........tell me why you made us to be
something that was nothing
and nothing now to see?
but partial spacial mountains breaking
echoing, the universe is quaking
darling, you see my shaking
in my hands

8/21/13

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Gentle Grace

Your gentle grace
like falling snow
lights your face
for all to show
Upon your brow
and kissed by God
you move me now
and I applaud
Such majesty beneath your feet
Such beauty in your subtle hands
The butterflies cannot compete
Who among us understands?
Your gentle grace
like lace and bows
a feather space
where music flows
Upon your lips
touched by God
in melodic dips
an angel's facade
Such beauty in the way you glow
like fireflies dancing bright
I wish to the world I could show
What a marvelous sight
you are to behold

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Purple Painted

she's a silent twister
in a realm of wrongs
she's claiming sister
like we shared our songs
but my mouth can't match her lies
and my tongue can't perform disguise
she's a roller coaster
down a one way track
heavy lidded poster
with a branded back
my hands can't make those costumes
nor find my way out of her lost rooms
purple painted wasted
dip down and let go
purple painted wasted
i am drowning i know
and in the elevated moment
i am bound inside such torment
she's a silent twister
spinning a world of wrongs
she called me sister
like we shared our songs
but my mouth can't match her lies
and my tongue can't perform disguise
she's a roller coaster
with a pinwheel track
a heavy lidded poster
with a branded back
my hands can't make her costumes
nor find my way out of those lost rooms
purple painted wasted
i am drowning i know
purple painted wasted
can i run and let go?
and in the elevated moment
i am bound inside such torment
what for, i wonder
what for, i ask
wasting painting purple
on another mask

Monday, August 12, 2013

Storm Cloud


I’m a storm cloud not a storm drain
Not a drizzle but a heavy rain; you better start seeing things for how they really are
You can talk sharp, hurricane, splinter on the words pouring out in pain
But the lessons really are inside of the insane, like an alabaster mystery without a proper name
They are mask wearing, fast sharing, manipulative snakes, like devils in the desert they are feeding you their taste
In acrid ceremonies living on the inside of your skull, contemplate the betterment and live for something more
She has a forked tongue, single eye, one that wanders, one that lies, listen to the poison dripping from her voice
It’s a velvet kind of sound and leaves you with one choice
Take the heat, take the sand, take what you deserve, you know you can, and says you don’t deserve a forest, just a fake hallucinated oasis
Darling, I’m a storm cloud not a storm drain
I do not drizzle when I rain, and you must be certain I know what they really are
Single serpents in the ground feeding liars until they starve, insane, ponder on the pain
Leave your lessons at the door and make yourself a fake history without a proper name
They are mask wearing, fast sharing, manipulative snakes, like devils in the desert with only one thing to taste
Acrid ceremonies featuring the innocent, contemplate the betterment and hurry shut your door
Foolish one, closed your eyes, seal the whispers of your demise, they will slowly poison and leave you with no choice
In velvet tongues they have one voice
Coated in heat, and in sand, what you deserve you understand, and so you know you deserve a forest but are getting just a fake oasis
I am a storm cloud, not a storm drain; I am nearly like a hurricane
I don’t play around with words and lies
I do not lead you to demise
But they do
 
8/11/13