Then the pleading, the begging, the whimpered whispered crying, oh God
giving way to the dreadful shame of flailing, knowing all what’s given,assuming what is soon to follow, Lord take it, cut it, sew it shut, let us
know any other love than this, let me, let any other sight of us fail. Useful
collapse to the floor, inhale the spores that nightshade offers so freely,
dying of dreams stacked so neatly; let the bones shatter at the sight,
breaking will come soon, but love how, just tell me oft how
small part of your mind that witnesses each word & sentence sprung, not
from my pen but from a deeper well of this hive alive, these lips still
quivering for your love, a moment, anything this world knows good. Yet
LIFE?! it’s better than receiving (A KNIFE)? certainly held fast, quaking
hands are best to give, held then to condemn yet nothing more than the
very soul of a man; a human opened up more freely than tools allow.
flaming out towards disbelieving; a breaking of a heart, yes I shook yours
you took mine too, but love I swear that madness now is worth it, the
many months of toil for a moment in the Son, I, I,
platitudes from rooftops I’ll never live to see, I want to ride, ride
hard shaped cold of polar opposites blended together, get rid of lines of
any equator or the other dividing parts that forever thus kept us apart.
socket of eyes that pass, rays from slanted turns of the earth, the very
pacing of the days giving in to night, the panic of the right to say I love.
And if the red comes? And the screaming, and the hate, oh you, love
if you thought just a simple betrayal was all that’s worst to offer, then you
no you didn’t know the poets odium or the talent of a torn mind. No you
don’t know how to take to the seas; for he sails for days on hope, he
writes lyrics to an ode that crashes mightily on strange shores you’ll not
no simply will not ever need, to shatter & clatter again & again & again?
shall show you madness held on the head of a grain of sand, I shall paint
you a lighthouse collapsing into the sea, I & a hundred thousand million
more of my ilk to come shall render your heart immortal, love. Timeless.
the space between the lip & the cup that goes where the heat makes it
dance between the moments of strange words, the blur of black upon
the white, blue - no this knight rides not for you but for hope in hope itself.
conquered armies of legions of trial & despair knowing not your lies, lair
glorious, simply stunningly, those things you barely knew, held awhile
giving way to what’s to come; shadows behind the spots of sun, or fate.
(What is this feeling coming over my veins?)
what is this sense, birthing beyond the shame?
Take me, make me, shake me all. Hold me love, in deus ex rexa,
(or with the simple knowing, take then and receive.)
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