this emptiness desires with
an unyielding passion
such that it would take a smile
and mistake it for flame…
a driving void of darkness descended,
voraciously eating any light that remains-
only to look to those dark illusions
to feed it more of the same…
distractions are a dangerous game
when emptiness sits
as the heart’s only companion
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back to you
obsessive and unnatural-
the curves of thought
spiraling into dirty depths
of diseased memory, that link
back to you
dark and twisted passion, engraved
by a tortured tool, remain etched
within the walls of souls-
writing that predates first breath
and solvency
and these violent acts of love,
tied forever back to your touch,
remain within twisted fingers
bound by string- always
leading back to you
prickly throne
these thoughts sit upon a prickly throne
uncomfortable, unsteady-
full of insecure reason as memories
shade the past with hues of gray
bestowed with a crown of disbelief
and touched with lunacy
these pitiful thoughts demand attention
as rabid emotion kneels in disdain
sleepless night
Here I am sleep evading me
these thoughts invading me…
Who are You? I ask my dream self
for clarity… can I find you exactly
where we said we’d lay
under the stars? I’ve been looking,
walking through dreams-or shall I say
dream walking….
Longing for you in my sleep, to find peace
I let go and let the flow of what’s to be
Wash over
aftermath
I woke up confused
the walls, this room, the clock
that I knew I didn’t have
Replay, rewind.., open mind
the moon… remembering last night
Like a buzzsaw
How we walked the beach, under full
moonlight… listening to waves crash
In the aftermath…
and the love, carnal passion, stoked
flames of fire that burned
into the rising of the sun
sleep
Lying in bed listening
to the slow drip of my love
that from my broken heart
falls rhythmically into the sink
this maddening drip drip drip
echoes in my head refusing rest
or peace…
I wait for the day that this heart may
finally empty of its love so that
I may get some sleep
fiery ache
how weary am i of my soul’s
endless searching…
this longing that drives my heart mad
with desire… and fire…
peering into faces for clues-
could it be you? or you?
oh, this burning! but an untended
flame of passion: unstable and
relentlessly explosive…
what must i tell myself to soothe
this fiery ache?
druken with sorrow
i dreamt of a blue and purple buddha-
with a slight smile upon his face,
and i wondered as i lay awake
what he might know, that i do not,
about my destiny…
the stars seem so misaligned,
i’m missing signs, like leaves
upon a stream, I drift aimlessly
towards some unknown sea…
and i hold no hope that the world
might reveal the path
my feet are meant to follow
as i slowly make my way home
drunken now with sorrow.
the SIBYL'S SONG 