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44
n'er before and yet familiar
the body celestial shakes its axis
dances of parlance and beauty peculiar
soft trepidation yields pleasure in praxis
shadows that orbit when given a name
playing with power as respite from game
the clamor of chorus, its sage, it waxes
43
been too depressed to be anything but depressing
too tired from trying, too fried from stressing
too dead for friends, too eager for love
too hungry for death, too lusty for blood
42
The ghost of your lips still dancing with mine lingers like fog on the bay. It ebbs and flows, but never fades away. It comes and goes, yet it's always on the way.
41
why is it those who best understand love spend nights alone drinking their own blood wide awake in fever dreams terrified by their own screams drowning themselves to make it through the flood
40
the voice behind the curtain
kathy selden
very seldom
seen by audiences
‘round the globe
but still they know
that i’m the super power
driving love
and building towers
standing tall
one and all
they see that you and me
are perfect together
39
resigned to find that peace of mind and comfort on my own i was done with all the buy and sell of sex and notoriety
depth and all her friends had cooly left me all alone taxied off by falseness and the bleakness of propriety
tethered in this weather, marooned in stormy seas an island off an island, battered, stronger in the breeze I was rocky, I was barren, I was desolate, but free now I’m grounded by an anchor that you’ve got caught up in me
eyes like skies that see it all, reflecting only truth I was taken by your smile, and its instant air of knowing
scared you might find horror in what’s floating in my youth transparent now, without a choice, I’m melted, freshly flowing
tethered in this weather, marooned in stormy seas an island off an island, battered, stronger in the breeze I was rocky, I was barren, I was desolate, but free now I’m grounded by an anchor that you’ve got caught up in me
afraid of being played again, I’m prickly at best the clouds you see should be enough to sail the other way
I feel your heart beat differently, it’s wiser than the rest I smile in the morning, surprised you chose to stay
tethered in this weather, marooned in stormy seas an island off an island, now with better company I was rocky, I was barren, I was desolate, but free now I’m grounded by an anchor that you’ve got caught up in me
38
why is it that I
have a scar from every man I’ve loved
but a story from every woman?
37
patience wise and calm
smiles and heaves a knowing sigh
for change always comes
36
the sting of finally learning that what it is i need to let go of is hope
the shadow of expectation always casts doubt on the parts of me that are most soft and unprotected
the more i try to steer reality to pleasant and friendly places the road gets more and more bumpy and i am lost
forces exerted do not bring about the desires of pure intent if i let them, will good things come to me?
35
How quickly blood does dissipate Churning now, in streams of fate Tepid pain, so saccharine Black towers toll too late Pumping veins, adrenaline Pulled backward through the gate Shredded thin by seraphim I've lived too long a nephilim For nothing's worth the wait
34
(Dm, Am, E)
When I saw his face on new years day
I knew that we were dead and grey
but the reason I felt wide awake
was sleeping softly just a foot away
that final day when we saw the sea
the truth crashed down on what could never be
so I watched her smile and comb the beach
as he wandered down, just out of reach
oh - she woke the wild inside of me
oh - spoke to the secret side of me
we’ve both been drifting like continents
and the the sudden blend of consciousness
made me question truth of heart’s intent
my love, I’m not sure where it went
magick spells, and magick rings
won’t tell us what the year will bring
though, reflections they are funny things
some holds tears, while others sing
oh - she woke the wild inside of me
oh - spoke to the secret side of me
I was next to him
when all I wanted to be
was right next to her
She was filled with magick of the purest form
I was next to him
when all I wanted to be
was right next to her
she was the calm before my storm
my face on fire with embarrassment
the spirits never lie, my friends
I hope she knew the full extent
of how her eyes were my portents
the room felt cold, it was clear he knew
love was gone, like a summer dew
the question was, did he eschew
that what I had grasped was something new
oh - she woke the wild inside of me
oh - spoke to the secret side of me
I was next to him
when all I wanted to be
was right next to her
She was filled magick of the purest form
I was next to him
when all I wanted to be
was right next to her
she was the calm before my storm
33
Soldiers slaughtered in a line, guilt and grief every time I’m spared.
Your bleeding heart thirsts for war what do you need a doctor for? You’re scared.
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You’re not my wingman, you’re not my brother but I can’t tell if you’re my lover.
All I know is that you can see the worlds within my eyes.
Spinning so quickly that they fly by unnoticed by even the most curious. Still though, you deny the pull of polar coordinates, with purpose, so inaccurate. As if they concealed the chaos and uncertainty wrapped so very neatly - perfect, geometric lies.
31
There are no seasons, it doesn't rain here. There are no reasons, it stays the same here. The city, growing as it dies. The city, bleached, it gentrifies. Why would I fight to be here? Why would I fight to stay here?
30
all the demons from within gnawing through my rotting skin skip the heart that’s turned to stone consume the flesh and melt the bone
smother light with doubt and angst fan the flames that lick the tank boiling ready to ignite fueled by hurt and pain and spite
left to tear myself to shreds the shrapnel thoughts of fifty heads tattered to a pulsing mess i’m doing fine - but i digress...
29
pixel screen, night-dream, nightmare, night-scream without sleep to wipe clean it breaks down the live-stream
jpg boys, white noise, .net, tech toys at the ready, keys poised validate my every choice
28
is restlessness passion or poisonous angst? i’m praying it’s better than numbness
thoughts should be bullets, but mine are just blanks white space to break up the glumness
opinions are lovely if founded in self but belief is not understanding
twice-filtered fears on uppermost shelf so where is the care in the handling?