Put the flowers down where your mind once lay, a softer smell between the broken plates of home amongst the dying shells. Bittersweet and so alone, dread of whispers taken silence from a grappling place, to new be born the soul of a once great foe with a mind as sharp and graced and raw.
Return me to innocence, play the folk and blues and musical masterpieces plied with strings befitting kings to feel between the rules of what most comfort can descended bring. A shadow an immortal layer, a priceless verb in solemn prayer, the sounds the keys the anxious waiting for next breathless peace, that is more than most expect, once bright returned to gloom incest.
Hail for light, swing for show return mere bodies wrapped in bow and slimmer sight once precious binds out for love and back for more. The skipping clock, those tortured hands feel discomfort stained on surity that time did make. No darkness filled with a bright new dawn can be so brighter as to become such norms, the children’s screams or the wavering of each grand old tree. Sway through forth the clocks and doors of coma’s silence, locked in forever more.
In a month of memories, there will be more worth making. And chances still worth taking for us to become the whole exact and true exercisers of our demons.
In 40 years time they will become the glorious expression of our lasting life. In frames and pictures, on mantelpieces and preserved forever. In the fullness of health and mind they are undimmed by the torn stripes of changed worlds.
Pasted copies of fabulous rememberance, the beating hearts that betray the pure human emotion of our contempories. Unbowed by pressure, uncontrolled by destiny, unwavering in the winds that seamlessly give life to lands afar. Unbeaten and unbroken stars.
Why wish upon something weak? Why fall apart at the first sign of ageing? Why tell yourself that this life is the only light to seek beneath a burden of mercilessly moulded meek? You are better than that, you and I are better than forever. In our time there is love and so much more than love. Always.
To the end of time, to the forceful passion, to tears in eyes. No soft lament will bear escaping without heavy hearted regret, no bleeding from the womb complete without a constant reminder of all that’s good and bad about the world surrounds.
You play sadness but there is magic and beauty and graceful lust and embraces, tears and joy and memories of us. You play the music that makes you feel alive before death but I can hear you swaying into view much prettier than July or June. Sweeter than such sugar cubes and forever in my heart just you.
Alone at night
Playing board games, solving puzzles
Staring into broken windows out
Into the darkness my soul aches
Again. And on forever.
Cold at night,
Beside the fire folding up my hands
and place them near my feet.
Burn the black heart from inside the skin of youth, my youth is everyone’s to now behold.
Safe at night
Rescue dreams in waves and
worry lamps lighting in the dark.
Away from here, away from wishes in the dim of sight, in silence strike the day dead life’s last plight.
Here at night
Staring into space and stars and
Shivering like frozen statues
cracked and scarred. Alone at night with only thoughts and dances clear inside my head, cold at night with flickering shadow fires alive within my wild black heart. Safe at night with all the glory of a transformed light. Forever my soul awake at night, at night in darkness, alone at night.