Shattering of the Blood-Stained Darts - M.Weisgerber

Sharpest Fracture -

Goodbye, dear constant soldier of the night

Headstrong; he who taught me how to fight.

What can we say, to him whose life betrayed

himself, daily - now frozen, never to grow old

Never again to laugh or cry.

You supped upon their finest poison,

drained that crystal chalice in a fell swoop,

stumbled to the nearest window

and awaited the coming of the dawn

with a new sense of urgency.

We are those left with boyhood memories,

of many good times through the woods

of endless futures never quite set.

We forged bonds of weight n stone,

gave meaning to all the insane wanderings in the dark.

We laughed... what is there left to say?

You led us first and foremost, and lead us again now,

apparently a marked man destined for an endless night.

Hope now, in your chilled embrace

fated for the fire.

Royal Woods - M.Weisgerber

There is a girl, who managed to earn a place under my skin

Not sure with fine precision or just weakness of mind;

She is there to stay, to root around like so many gerbils nesting.

Held precious, but mentally removed with much disdain.

Held, I say, because I asked her to enter and stay,

made room amongst all the decent clutter.

Precious, I say, because I realized far too late

what little that was caught, was far more than friendship.

I...

I dreamed of my city darkly, no windows;

everywhere an endless sea of wood beams.

People smirking over a cup of tea.

Always watching; a faint glow that was all becoming.

I meander here along a Seine that never existed,

dreading the waking, and the screaming that follows.

Saw her hair at a distance, riding that broken red bicycle

and always seeming to ride away, always laughing so.

Follow me down, past the edge of the quai's,

to where our favorite colors collide, hallucinogen times;

those crafting a scene I will remember when down,

drawn up and drugged against a better state of mind.

a dig at fiona apple - m.weisgerber

oh, watch the iron beast take to the sky, 70 tons
at least
it is a longing for refuge
a need to take flight and rise
but never is a promise

and never will that creature survive the climb

it is the kind of thoughts that made it hemorrhage originally
each rivet hiss, sizzle, pop underneath curling fists
if i could paint that picture, it would be the muscles of a jawbone flexed
strained, then snap, and limply hang

maybe i'd color it red

i've lost you in some forgotten land - m.weisgerber

maybe in some faraway place I will find you
And be allowed to take you home
or at least, catch your gaze in my eye
your lips, one last time, to remember what its like to hear you speak my name
three syllables spoken softly, please

i wish i could remember what it was like to hold you close
held a blade in your stead, its long sinews singing for reprise
you, probably, have watched a hundred times from your lofty cloud,
and begged a hundred more in your own silent prayer as i replaced its gentle gleam
to unfold it yet again, while whispering my own quiet reminders

i suppose i should have always known, that i could fall for blonde hair and blue eyes
for reckless hate, and a fear that comes from sadistic smiles
exchanges help, however, and keep us alive: human once again if only for a little while

you once asked me to make that final change.

while you pray in joyful love, i will show how much a forgotten face can still mean
i  will give up forever, if just to touch you once more, softly
with only the back of my hand, while you however, only gave up a simple body for a simple boy
and now, i will give it all away, carry your memories up to the sky

take me for one last dance, cold friend
and tell me how much regret, and sweetness, and sadness can all partake here in this single moment
a lost artist with the ability to create no more
but enough courage to draw a few more simple lines