In defeat

Like a rose

Pricked by thorns

Thy petals kiss the floor

Through the pain I thrive

Yet with the sweet smell

The heat dries me up

I shine and fall in defeat

The search

Sometimes the weight breaks me

As I search to know myself

The search touches broken bones

The pain comes off the shelf

But this never hurts like being numb

It was where I was once

I don't want to slip away and stay in the dump

Alive, again, though tough, be

I see a drop

I see a drop and taste it

Sometimes it smells like a stale tear

A man was sobbing last night

He talked of walls too heavy a climb

Walls too tall to carry around

Sometimes it smells like a stale tear

I see a drop and smell it

Sometimes it tastes like fresh blood

She dipped her fangs hungrily

Sucking the best of the drip

Leaving her arm on the blue

Sometimes it tastes like fresh blood

I see a drop and hold it

Sometimes it sticks like water

I wash my face hurriedly

Upon the sound of footsteps

To bury stale tears and fresh blood

Sometimes it sticks like water

Certain Places

In certain nights

In certain places

They come chasing

Looking like others who made it

Spewing shadows in the dark

Fighting a fish with a worm

They open the back of their hands

To the beauty of a dangling apple

Drawing desire through a strange syringe

They open the back of their hands

To the trickle of blood on scarred palms

Breathing life with a heavy sigh

In certain nights

In certain places

They both come calling

And meet my silent dumbfounded stare

Same Song

I hear him sing the same song

He's sang year by year

" Wake up son from that sleep

For your dreams pass by as you dream

Time's once lost is a whisper

You search the winds in motion

Yea you live in a fairy notion "

Aged Map

You walk around like an aged map

As the desire to fight takes a nap

To go and never come back

To make things work

Shielding your toes that bleed

As you journey that pain

Shall joy ever find you again

Will the smile be restored

You walk around like an aged map

And see not these weapons

In your knees sank fieldwise

Deserted

I choose the one with gravel

My arms shake in reverence

My mind break away from distance

Is it all meant to be this way

Life leaves me mystified

Pain seems so satisfied

I'm lost in this thing

To live a truth I know

Or believe in a comforting lie

Where does my peace lie

What's to be found in being

Honest with my shattered self

I stack my happiness in this shelf

Now I am painted all red

Oh! I'm painted all red.

painted red

When you don't know if to stay

You build castles with sand

For your tears will flow like falls

And wash away all that you made

You choose the road to take

While they walk the most traveled

I choose the one with gravel

My arms shake in reverence

My mind break away from distance

Is it all meant to be this way

Life leaves me mystified

Pain seems so satisfied

I'm lost in this thing

To live a truth I know

Or believe in a comforting lie

Where does my peace lie

What's to be found in being

Honest with my shattered self

I stack my happiness in this shelf

Now I am painted all red

Oh! I'm painted all red.

Past dead

The past is dead in it's weight

Tomorrow has her own wait

Men on veils mix charms

Finding of beauty of what comes

Days in life

These are short days in life

Whenever you take me in

Your warm arms wearing

The little joys of life

The sweet taste of love

Such a peace unknown to man

In merry, in feast

Those days I sink

Those days I'm lit

Those days I drift

Those days I shrink

Whenever you are away

They eat me in turns

The cold silence of the room

The heartless stare of the door

The sad hollowness

The lifeless loneliness

These are long days in life

Totally Cold

There's a fire that I lit

A bus I never dreamt to board

Its I that it'll now eat

To tear my heart wide and broad

My soul is running petite

From the burden of carrying this load

Came and see where I seat

It's like holding on a hot red rod

My heart loses it beat

As I tire of walking this road

Till when shall I drift

Away to get away from the old

Mornings damp they greet

Dying dreams woven into a fight sold

I stay thin inside yet outside neat

To hide the flood within the flawed

There's much a man can meet

With a face calm and bold

There's much a man can hit

Without getting bored

Out of life, out of wit

Out of hope, totally cold

A new dawn

It's been a while...eeerm. 6 years, time to blog away