Thursday, November 29, 2012

μόνο


Strange mystery you derive 
Straight from my heart under my skin
Have seen the passion there again
Sense the pain is only here for this one
Life...
Never avert your eyes..

We're here, not always
Born to not be reborn 
To be here but not anymore...
And the ghost is only 
Part of this world...

TO LEAVE 
THE MORNING AFTER

TO LEAVE



THE REST BEHIND

((CLOSING THE DOOR))

Try to get back...
Try to give and not get back...
So unhealthy.... 
Answers to your soul if only 
You knew what the problem was...

If only.

Try to get back...
Try to give and not get back...

Straight from my heart under my skin
Have seen the passion there again

The love is endless...

And so the pain lives

ONLY. 

Monday, November 26, 2012

γράφειν (prt. III) Absent Presence

The pain continues 
The pulse of his words
To write, to create 
And to suffer... 

The stone on the wall
Of the third cross...
The modern notion
Of spiritual but not religious 

The modern motion; 

I do not know what God is,
But I know all too well what it is to be
Haunted by this... 
Loneliness 
By this Insignificance; 

I desire, not knowing what for
I love but I know not who...
I cry but I know not why.
I am passionate for God knows what...
I am praying for a prayer. 

The pain continues 

The Vision of the holy one
Is blurred
This one Saints Vision 

Standing next to you
In comparison
We are joined by the fire
In compassion 

I alone

Still seeking refuge... 

The pain uncovers
(The art)
The references iconic... 

Sunday, November 25, 2012

γράφειν (prt. II) Paradox

REVIEW THE UNDERLINE.

These scares makes lasting impressions
Tracks leading back home...
To see you staring in...
Wonder if you see me;
If you feel... 

This wonder. 

Hasn't left the earth.

The one prayer i have inside

It's not enough to believe 
It's not enough for anyone

Slow motion intake...

When I close my eyes 
My heart is racing... 
This world and every light
The reign of darkness

I have no kingdom here.

I have no place

I only know what you allow me to know... 
And it's all so confusing. 

It's not enough to believe 
It's not enough for anyone...

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

γράφειν (prt. I) Blind Faith

The vision of the holy one
Is blurred...
This one saint's vision
Standing at the altars
The candlelight burns
But does not emit any shadow...

Which side do you trust?
Which hand of the heart
Bleeds through significant arrows?
Your smile still strong
Although, the tears stream down...

The pain uncovers
(The art)
The iconic references...

Standing next to you
In comparison
We are joined by the fire
In compassion

I alone

Still seeking refuge...

Beyond the haunt

The urge for new life exists as romance is

The break in the night.

This one saint's vision

Vitality.

One spotlight came down on me...
The stage was empty 
I was humble and could read almost anything
((Outspoken 
Introverted))
She responds to the soul

My own vitality. 

The drugs were cold
My blood was warm
And every heartbeat could rule their conscience 

The drugs were cold
My blood was warm
And each poem could build an audience  

What clings to me
Don't belong 
Takes my strength away... 

My ambitions

I don't miss it... 
I just need it. 

The spotlight on stage, on the floor.

The sweet release of red was rose
And graceful mouring... 
When I was young I could almost hear them
The faint sound of violins and the choir  
Each little star there's a moral to live by... 
Each horrific thought the pain was ours

I don't miss it... 
I just need it. 

The spotlight on stage, on the door.

Goodbye died friends. 
Hello. 

I was humble. 

Monday, November 19, 2012

Mind's Eye

We could be so good
Disconnected. 
Searching for the lighter part of the sky that ends in darkness
Like the rope circles the fire
The tears breaks away into our skin
Dissolves all the scarring...

One path I found I knew wasn't right.
I walk down every day
And feel the same pain exists no matter what...
No matter who is on the other side,
It isn't safe. 

No harm in trying... 

Sometimes we just don't listen...
Collapsed my voice into this morning
There isn't anyone...
Willing to make the sacrifice 
It isn't patience you lack 
It's understanding... 

The void splits right through you 
This meaningless face again 
Repeats the apprehensive  
One foot out the door
And the other in the grave beside her
The angels pray no more

No sun only rain... 
Riding the wings of adrenaline 

Red is mind's eye...

Words start to form 
As love could happen to some
Lunatic Soul...
As love could concur...
This rem sleep isn't eternal;
You have to help me wake in the night
As I see no less for life 
What's good and what's evil... 

Red is mind's eye;

We could be so good
Disconnected. 

Thursday, November 15, 2012

The Beacons of Light

There has to be a way out...
And you fear there is none

For your mind to be so stubborn...
And your heart to be less calm

I sense the closeness, from a distance
I sense the compassion, you are.

There is no window to this pale light...
And we all need the light,
To see you shinning at your brightest,
To feel no weak in the end.

You know I have more faith than that...
What you know, I can only imagine
And I need more than the assumption
To pour my heart like this...

To feel the warmth the way that it is... 
To see the light the way you see...

And the darkness. 

There has to be a way out...
And you fear there is none

For your mind to be so stubborn...
And your heart to be less calm

I sense the closeness, from a distance
I sense the compassion, you are.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Couloir Vide

I see more beauty with my eyes wide shut
Close the door to the rectory 
Make sure the incense drifts out... 
Calmly in your place of worship 
Your peace...
One frame of mind to the next
State of grace
Discarded love and everything associated.  

The corridor is empty, no piano echos 
For your smoke to inhale with sound...
If only we could turn back the clock
To when we we're children 
And see what the difference is now... 

What truly matters... 

There is hope but envy just as strong as there is anger. 
And you alone will not rest until 
It kills me...
Piece by piece... 
Body and soul, reflection
In the flesh
Nothing faithful from you...

No one is worth this.
Kind of pain 

But you alone. 

I see more beauty with my eyes wide shut

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Wayward

I force myself towards the sun
In the light of it's rays I can think more clearly 
Clearly from you...
These past few days I've finished my work,
Slowly start to unwind 
In this house where old feelings are known
Kept inside us 
Like unwritten books or novels 
You fantasize...

In this house where old feelings are known
Trapped inside
Like the pale shine of your embrace 
From marble stone 
The eyes of Sunday...

Giver of light.... 

I force myself towards the sun...
Beating hearts, from your hand lay mine...
And my pulse on the other side... 
Somewhere in this patient wind 
The warmth solely exists 
When there's no proof of it... 

There's no proof. 

You shred a lot on a prayer 
And often the words make no sense 
But you feel better once you've said what you've say
And gone.

And there's no harm in it... 

There's no harm. 

Just to alleviate, that is all. 

You fantasize.

Alec Wildey - November 8, 2012
Written from a riff by Domenic Piscitelli 

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Gallows. Part III.


Worship had long since passed, 
Lost all meaning in the half-light 
Starring at a break in his neck 
Soulless and sound
Screaming, 
The balance again 
Hangs in the force of the storm 

And what you had justified... 

Harmony, sacrifice... 

To inherit his wealth... 
To inherit. 

Seems the voice of greed takes the soul, 
One monument over the scaffold and gone. 

To strong the urge inside you 
The pulse with numbered motives... 

One to see this whole thing through... 
Until it's over 

It's over... 

What is left now? 

Love has long since passed; 
Lost all meaning in the half-light 
Starring at a rose in the obituary 

Candlelight rushes through golden, empty 
Hands 
Where a feather once rested 
Drenched in blood 

Wrote the last verse... 

Near the gallows... 
Of the same distant heartbeat 
Everything would change 

Though in my eyes 
I would still feel as small 
As the world had proven, 

As I had seen the innocent drop 

Sometime in mid October...

Gallows. Part II.



... 

Candlelight rushes through golden, empty
Hands 
Where a feather once rested
Drenched in blood
Wrote the last verse...

Solitary confined 
And committed to ones words
To one's unhappiness's... 
The burden never knows... 

Never gets the clue... 

Though, I wonder.... 

'So wept the gallows 
So in deep, the emotion 
Collapse
 Into the heart... 
Like passionless eyes... 
So in deep, the emotion... 

Wept.

Solely weak to end the life...

(To end the artist...) 

Solely weak... 

Monday, November 5, 2012

Gallows. Part I.

Sometime in mid October
Near the gallows of a ghostly spirit
I lost my grip in search of a past
You had put to rest...

I thought I had refined, old love...
So in denial...
That you had come back
Into my life, for the very reason
I had lost everything else... 

Sometime in mid October...

Near the gallows...
Of the same distant heartbeat 
Everything would change 

Though in my eyes 
I would still feel as small
As the world had proven,

As I had seen the innocent drop

Sometime in mid October...


Friday, November 2, 2012

Vibes

Bring your little wooden box to the garden
Plant your seeds of life... 
In light;
Among the flowers...
Continue this in the shade,
And when it rains... the earth will grow...

Peace in you...
Peace in me 

Forevermore. 

You're the best friend I have...

Do you still
Remember the smell 
Of the old church... 
Like Halloween has it's own
Fragrance;
I do believe a life can change 
More sudden 
Than a heartbeat...

More rapid than the illness spreads... 

The one that's in your mind and not your body

These fears have been strong enough when you have not....

Do you still 
Remember? 

You mustn't forget... 

That peace in you
Is peace in me. 

The world works in mysterious ways
But vibes are everything. 

And I do believe a life can change. 

Bring your little wooden box to the garden
Plant your seeds of life... 
In light;
Among the flowers...

Continue this in the shade,
And when it rains... the earth will grow...

It's beauty's, our friendships... 

And pull 
Our heartstrings 

Forevermore.

Bring your little wooden box to the garden.