Friday, August 31, 2012

Conflict //


How nervous and cautious
This razor touches down upon...
Like rain glimpsing sidewalks 
Not enough for standing water... 

In release an idea falls
Once remorseful
Now panic recovers... 

(Rediscover 
What was always known. 

What it takes to truly care
Is so easily never shown)

That we give and we give 
And never get back in return... 

Just a heart to decipher.
Just a conflict to resolve... 

Without ever a conflict. 

How nervous and cautious
This razor touches down upon...
Like rain glimpsing sidewalks 
Not enough for standing water...

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Unresponsive


Mirrors and portraits have shown
The freezing of time...
Sinful life 
The warmth that never happened... 

The devil with his eyes on the crown...
A memorial of ashes
Descend from the clouds 
Betrayals and broken halos... 

Significant other
Conjured up in a dream...
D i s i l l u s i o n e d
The candle died out
Once your love did the same. 

Maps of the old house reveal a room
We couldn't reach
Days amount to silence 
While in night you hear the keys... 
Keys…

Sound of the chimes…
Someone is calling…

Someone is digging where they shouldn't be
And it’s just agony the way it bleeds 

(No repair for life
Which has died under the surface.)

Sound of the chimes
Someone is coming…

Someone is digging up my remains 
And it just kills me the way you've stayed
Imprisoned to the mind

And unresponsive... 

Mirrors and portraits have shown;
The freezing of time...
Sinful life
The warmth that never happened...

Betrayals and broken halos...

Friday, August 24, 2012

(( Echoes ))


I need you to come back

To revive the words you said
You once walked upon here
Not long ago…
Preparing my heart for this bloody war...
Inside these nails the hammering of oak
Still echoes…

I need you to come back....
Within the haze of the sun
The conflict of ghosts

Was our hand in marriage?

The comfort in dying...
Is what I belong too,
Still I belong too
A nameless shade...
The renowned inspiration…

Keep me in your prayers
If ever this God damn hate will end.

I notice the symptoms
I see the signs as the rain falls
Throughout my eyes
Isn't it wonder?

Isn't it love that you feel...
From the moment you're alive
Until you can't dwell on this anymore...

Isn't it love that you feel...
From the moment you're alive
Until you’re old enough to think

How could any of this be possible?

Is there nothing else?
forevermore

Eternal Precatory.

Sometimes my heart keep breaking
The same as the oak on the cross...

Preparing my heart for this bloody war...
Inside these nails the hammering of oak
Still echoes…

I need you to come back....
Our hand in marriage.

Monday, August 20, 2012

The Loneliest Place of All


Painting: "Tears Before The Cross" By: Allie Hartley  

I'm not revealing any bones
Just digging up under the soil
Resolving the tears before the cross
Removing it piece by piece...

There isn't any more you can take.

As people passing by have no faces
Just their eyes in the back of their head
Waiting patiently to find fault in me
One last time;

Before I vanish

Before I reappear...

And find new silence,

We barely know;

There isn't any more you can take
From the loneliest place of all.

Remembering crosses…
This one mind’s vision seen on canvas
Like a sign from above…
Forcing me to look beyond the door.

The great wide open.

Waiting patiently to find fault in me
One last time;

Before I vanish

Open up or let go
Stay in the fire...
I just know how they are

(Faceless)

All faith is gone.

This one world vision.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Iconography

I knew you well...
But lines were drawn
And I was left wandering...

Symbolic to my own
(Past tense)

The wind will fall silent
And a sense of me you’ll have…

Rivers and streams
Descended into oceans
Tree roots reached my grave
Not long before it reach your silence

Sometime ago...

This dust became ashes
Covering the hand that covered
My heart...

Not long before it reach your garden

All of everything,
Was in the dark...

All of everything…

ICONIC

Given back the halo
To be sacred enough;

Box of Moonlight

Vapor and lungs
Distilled horizon
Free from the chemical spill

The smoke in the air...
Safe as long as I see the world
From the windows outside...

I dreamed this weather the other day
Came back into my mind
Then out again...

Found the old and silver key
And buried it in the ground
Near the grave...

Upon the million shadows of centuries
Past and present…

Silhouettes within
Fairy tale illustrations;
Moonlight trapped inside
A tiny wooden box
Safely locked.

Never opened...

Found the old and silver key
And buried it in the ground;

I swore to the past
That I would haunt...

Until I found the reasons

Vapor and lungs