Wednesday, May 20, 2009

May angels lead you in,

I know you know that I know that you know I shouldn't do this.
But I know you know that I know that you know, I can't help it.

Fix me now, break me later.

'There's comfort in the silent ground.

&where I thought nature could cure
these guilt, unrest
I see, amongst branches & leaves & the light in between
An outline
a bright silhouette close to the heart.
Now, I stand on leaves, withered & dried
I stand alone
Occasional cool breeze sweep pass
they help me remember,
my arms, wrapped around your familiar body
But now these treasures, spread underneath my hands
Manifestation plays unkind
my singular, on leaves, withered & dried.
Bare soles pressed upon dirt,
the beginning of things,
the hallmark of my lies.
I'm all out of love
pray the distance allow you forgive
my moment's unloyalty
& come, to stay a while with me on leaves, withered & dried.
My makeshift joy,
the curve of lips
I urge thee, remove, take away
angels of crimson prance on my finger tips.
We try to hide what we cannot conceal,
deny what we yearn to admit.
evident to poignant
you were always with me, here on leaves, withered & dried.
In sooth,
distance calls, to tangible, to me
I have forgotten, the perfect simplicity of being in one.
unable, I am, to recall your countenance.
The past holds not onto the future.
A forward to misery.
We sing to silent tune, our lungs out.
Perfectly, disjoint. '

I wrote that last year. I AM ONE EMOTIONAL TOOT, really.

so, if I wished, I could follow you 9:11 PM