this slow death robs the heart
of passion and flame
just a slow drip of gray nothing
that lines a normal day
and this fire that burns, the heat
cannot stay when the drawl of nothing
sucks oxygen from air
and joy from an imaginative heart
oh this ever so tedious march-
death couldn’t come soon enough!
blue striped suits, and fake smiling
and deficit eyes that stare…
i am dying and don’t know how
i even got here…
Tag: poem
golden dawn
awoken is this tired heart,
by morning’s light and song-
choraliers of hope upon
branches singing
of love’s sweet golden dawn…
oh songbirds of my heart,
keep ringing,
until this old soul sings along!
as sunshine flows,
my heart is brimming,
with memories of melodies,
lost to time and gone…
this void
this broken receiver
dangling upon the edges of my heart
delivers a cold silence
to my longing soul-
connection’s gone dead
leaving only emptiness…
and though awakened my eyes
might see, they are blinded
by the nothing that lingers
upon this quiet line of
surviving
oh how i wish for electricity
to awaken my heart
with a bolt of divine energy
for the nothing that dwells now
within my own darkness
is a void that imprisons all passion
and desire
your eyes
your eyes aren’t the same color
since I came home…
the blue that once shone like
ocean’s tide
is now softened into a
different kind of hue-
it’s as if the sky swallowed up your
sight and replaced it with deep
and indefatigable darkness…
when they deign to meet mine,
all I see is anger and pain-
when you look away i can see
more than you desire-
and less of the love they held for me
this white light
this mind of mine won’t stop spinning…
wondering…
hoping…
thinking that maybe all this
noise will eventually turn into
music or sound…
something that makes sense to me-
for all this- i’ve already heard,
but cannot grasp yet..
and the white light that
won’t let me sleep or dream-
would that it be removed from me
so that i can see this picture
that lingers on the outskirts
of my mind
when will the bells stop ringing?
when will the train pull into the station
and rest for a time?
oh i’m dreadful and tired
and i need your arms to hold mine
so i can sleep again
home again
sitting so silently
locked somewhere inside
your turning mind,
afraid that this one leaving
will be prolonged, you lose yourself
to the sands of drifting time..
and though I’ve tried to tell you
otherwise, that I’ll be home
again, you shudder and dismay
upon your couch of
insecurity
as I ready my bags and still my
heart to leave
a soulful tithe
this breathe of mine
that from these soft lips blows
towards you
is lined with a thousand I love you’s
whispered silently
into night…
and this aged head upon which
the white hair of wisdom flows
has grown old
waiting for your next finger’s
touch
and how your body grows, like stars
lit up by adoring eyes-
this longing is but a sweet and
soulful tithe
to gardens flowers and love’s
goodbyes
within my heart
i dug a hole…
the soil was so dark and wet
and i could smell the damp earth
as it clung to my fingers, my clothes
my knees…
perhaps someday, I might lie down
inside this muddy hole and let
the world drift by… though i hold no false
hope that i might find peace
should endings be that easy! i could
simply drift into the rain swept sky
releasing myself into the arms of
my own eternity!
alas, i remain here still, covered now
in this musty earth, listening to the slow
drip of time echo within the walls of this hole
that lingers so within my heart
the fool
there was nothing there for me
when i looked into that
grand expanse
it was all just noise
and though i longed for some
great sage advice
that might lead me perhaps
to that which i seek
i sit in disappointment
because the darkness i so
wished to confront
was but my own echo
back at me
the frailty of life! what can release
the dull ache that lies just beneath
this exterior of cool?
perhaps it’s all just a fake
and I am the ultimate fool
notes of love
oh! these notes of love
written with invisible ink
travel through time and space
searching out the heart that might
have the eyes to read
what is etched upon my soul
the SIBYL'S SONG 