Month: May 2020

I talk of towns that do not exist,
I write of days I could not resist,
Far too failures,
I carry along
Who would sing it
If no one remembers the song.

I pledged to be a parrot,
Not long ago to this day,
To be a sword in someone’s hand, to be shoes under another’s feet,
To walk when told to walk, to run when told to retreat,
Nothing comes of bravery, if in facing fear we see the failure of others.

Are we so void,
That only after devouring the world’s very bones can we be sated,
If so then know,
This is a massacre and not a banquet,
And your soul as all souls shall one day decay,
Into the aftertaste you now cherish.

The mountains I see now,
Cleaving the sky,
Why do they weep,
Oh why do they weep?
Were these stones now holding the roots of earth, once men of love, laughter and guile,
Are these flowers kissing the sunlight’s skin;
Children, stilled to never smile,
Will the rain in her pain answer,
Will the wind in her wails find,
Have we lost our will to live,
Or at last do know our mind.

This is a cause to cry.

“If I set you free,
You shall see,
The world that is,
Devoid of me,
And then the more you pray,
The less I will say,
For you have chosen a path,
Which is not my way”

This story tells of a hypocrite,
Not much to lose, too much to fight,
For ways never given away
Free, for us to be at ease,
And burn the flags upon these ships
That hoards, and onboard sets us free,
Free to eat the salt, free to drink the sea,
To meet our homeless families
In far kingdoms we will never see
Anchored away to bones of past
On this journey we would never last
And the shores, in the end would find
Us as mannequins without a mind
And the tears shall speak it’s fall:
We had found something but lost it all;
For the price of priceless memory
We sold our will to slavery
For the price of priceless memory
We sold our will to slavery…

I awake to another moon,
When beauty slips,
Underneath,
The grey haze,
Parted by fire,
Of your lips, and the poison,
That draws out,
My mind,
Deep into the forest,
Of charred oaks, and opaline streams
Near flowers purple,
Where you smile, as a shadow,
Soft in it’s sweater,
Forever unseen,
Now, forever unseen.