Love Damns

 The playlists have changed

At first dark, painful

As if she were reaching for a black void

And numbness, not necessarily death

But a place without the burden of emotion

Without the burden of a heart.

And then the songs changed,

The singers began to speak of yearning,

Of love…...not quite perfect

But hard and true.

These were songs she hadn’t

Put in rotation until the last few days

And i knew they weren’t about me

And it wouldn’t be long

Until I went to the front door 

To wait for,

And she wouldn’t show

And in his arms she would be again

And all of my friends will say I’m a fool again,

But as she loves him,

I love her.

And love has damned us both.

Alcohol and Schizophrenia

I wonder through drunken alleyways

Misshapen, distorted

My moth eaten and wine soaked brain

I wonder through drunken alleyways

Paralleled by distorted shadows

Brought to life

In the absence of Sun, of moon.

Nightscapes, dreamscapes

Crossing into the waking world

With sharp claws, jagged teeth

Gnawing, gnashing 

The thin veil of my sanity

Little Things

 

I’m folding your underwear

Clean creases, fine lines

Like you would were you here

Been without your touch since Christmas morning,

I called like you asked,

no answer came.

Two days have passed

And I ache for you,

For your laugh

Your touch

For the simple honesty of your eyes.

I Wait for You

 When your storms take you far from me

I wait for you

When winds blow you to the far corners of the world

I wait for

When your heart and your head

Need to walk roads I cannot travel

I wait for you

Before my arms held you

I had abandoned the pursuit of love

Had resigned to a life without love

And then there you were.

And I found the pieces I had been missing.

I found a comfort I had never known.

And from my mouth I heard the words “I love you”.

And I do.

In a world where nothing seems to last

I stumbled upon something eternal.

So, I will wait for you.

I stand on the edge of forever

Gazing across the great distance

Waiting to see you crest the horizon

And run back into my arms

Inferno

These days run strange

like a constant de javu’

End to beginning and beginning to end

Playing with subtitles in my subconscious

As I stumble through, trying to remember

How the scenes played out before,

Knowing I have already traversed these paths

watching time and understanding

Stream through my grasping fingers.

One day to the next and the next the day before,

over and over like a bad case of contrapasso

and i can not do anything but gnaw on the head

of my best friend who betrayed me in life

Oh what Life

if only I had repented, 

one sweet word would have done the trick

but my soul has traveled so far from redemption

The word holds little meaning

And what it promised only a memory

and the resentment which tormented my every waking moment

has become a looping nightmare in the afterlife

Action, consequence, regret.

Again and again, over and over

my eternity; reliving the sins I committed

and would not ask repentance for.

I know the score,

Future and past stretch out before me

In seeming infinite measures.

the last days will come

And the rumor is that I will be blind

no sight for either my past

or that which is yet to come

I gaze forward to nothing

and know that it approaches one regretful footfall after another,

Once the World has been harrowed

I will remain, I know and understand

I look only forward

and await the day I cannot look at all.

Such is the life I lived

and such the rewards I will reap.

Late Night Fire Dancing

The revelers sway, stomp, pound their fists against naked chests

While being caressed by the loving finger’s of the night’s flame

Sincere, gleaming eyes transfixed

They shout, laugh, cry and confess.

Emotions being intensified  

With mead and endorphins.

This spectacle of individuals

Undulates into a single mass

A living, breathing, transcended heart.

But what is to be done with the reveler

Who falls in love with the flame,

And is no longer satisfied dancing the soul’s jubilee

At festival time under the influence of mother moon’s

Intoxicating pull.

Craving the heavy heat of immolation and the out of body

Exultation,

They seek the circle almost every night and are always restless.

Let us allow them to be priests of the flame.

So that love can be nurtured and understood.

So that they may pass that knowledge on to others.

Saturday Night

I stood, 

in the twilight hours of the night

Watching as your skin 

Drank starlight from the heavens

Your skin, cool to the touch,

Quenching the burning surface of mine.

I reach out,

My hand traveling, caressing, learning 

the mysteries of your nature,

I wrap my arms around you,

Take you in, hold your gaze with mine

We move, a wave riding a wave,

Slow rumble building to a roar,

To crash endlessly upon one another.