Thursday, May 01, 2025

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

Sunday, March 16, 2025

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