Showing posts with label recipes for burying childhood demons vol. 1- 58. Show all posts
Showing posts with label recipes for burying childhood demons vol. 1- 58. Show all posts

Saturday, November 9, 2013

The Needless And The Damage Done / Heiresy

boundless streams
of the same old story
retold an infinitum
muscles contract
old trees split
for the hollow absence
to take shape
as bikes pedal themselves
clocks unwind
descend and prattle
out of time
in halos.

his face was
wet leaves lashed over
like appliques
anointed teardrops
for the unholy
trinity
friends, family
failures fractured
like antique vases
dropped by careless
derelicts into
the sea.

of soapbox derby
plaid shirts and dustbowl
smiles filled with razors
paradoxically family infirmary infinity
insanity irritability
measured by proximity
forged in the outer limits
like lovers in the Boar's war
desiring nothingness
in the absence
of uncertainty curtailed
to a snail's pace
and sleep.

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You hate me
then you complain when I'm not around
You refuse to get to know me
then claim you don't understand
You put endless hurdles in my way of staying close to you
then complain I am distant
You wish I was around more
then create opportunities that don't include me-on purpose.
Seriously, fuck off.
No wonder dealing with family makes me feel like I am crazy.
hey if the straight jacket fits?
Enough!
I'm not going out of my way anymore.
you want help? help yourself.
I'm not a punching bag here to squeeze good intentions out of when it serves
your purposes.
I don't want to know.
I don't care anymore.
you can't complain about the distance
when its YOUR fucking arm in between that's holding us apart.
one would think you would care more, give a shit, make an effort at least based on previous
grievances. Now you can take all those excuses and reasons and blow them out of your box. take your game of smoke and mirrors and go play with someone who gives a fuck.



Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Moonbathing in a Dream (Reminder of Red Orpheus)

press your face
'gainst the glass,
while the evenings
hours pass.
the books are on the table
underneath the sill.
despite the secret love of sin
happiness is still
here in strokes of paint,
the soft wag of a tail,
fingers in your hair,
complexion so pale,
no need for restraint
when your soul is able.
days pass
'neath the streaming
miles of glass-
our hearts keep pace

(under the moon in a dream)

Your army with a thousand spines.
fighting for the free.
art against the chaos,
needle's eyes can't see.
behind an artists' tease
a mask to hide the loss.
invisible ideas
tears that shatter stone,
hearts wrapped in candyfloss.

One day we'll dim the lights,
turn off black memory
of all that screaming and the fights.
can't live 'in theory'.
words we used as weapons,
music used as swords,
silence reverberation from
the mind's floorboards.

We're never alone at night,
look into the sky.
we'll figure it out as we go
finally found 'that' guy.