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In endless protest to your absence.

You Called It Love, I Called It A Massacre

True love made trash

All those pretty and useless words

Their future flows as a river of failure

Man made

They hope for the calm that only comes

After the violence

After the separation

On Sunday morning I heard your voice singing from prison

Bending blue shadows

But none of this matters now

Face down at the bottom of the sea

In endless protest to you absence

Shudder

She thinks that she has felt this way before

When she finally grew into her own shadow

She cannot recall being happier than now

In the corner of her eye where time lives on her side

And for her

There has never been

Any difference between being pushed

And falling

I will take you down with me

And we will lie at the bottom of the sea

In love and paranoia

Dulcinea

Delay......delay.....

Now, suffer.

Liberate

In the fractal edges of her love

Where the sands at singing beach mutter under footfall

Just one set now

Ten twilights she sickly slept and through it all he tried to warn her

Though he would never dare to call her name again

This, I would call fair

In obsessive toil

Navigating the idea of some sun shining world

The cloud collapsing ocean still survives this starving conclusion

And her special sense of tragedy and dreams

That impression she left

lives on in chattering sands

Her endless and tiresome sense of "justice"

Closed the door in the face of another orphaned season

So many lives ago

So many long letters ago

Abandoned

Still, in another world, He promises to be on her side

This, I would call fair

This, I would call sanctuary

Begin again begin........

something is coming.

Tiny Stars

Brave but barely there

Young light filters gold through trees

Now that you have gone

It snows and she can't help but wrap herself around the hallucination

And the world seems so small again

Through smokey tears that reach the beautiful black sky

Hovering

A Single Cloud Covered Bird Alone and Out Of Focus

So here we are

We sit like plaster saints

On a black bed frame in a quiet old house

We used to have a future

5" wide and 1" deep

In such a quiet old house

With the sky painted in that half finished way

A quiet canticle of dawn

That neither of us will see

Lambent

Others

It matters where you are

In comfort and illusion

A tendency to slip away

Rain falls in a world where you still are ok

I tripped up six steps to stop the night from swallowing you whole

As petals graced three singing ships and blessed the cargo they stole

A pocket watch on a silver chain

A single bullet to kiss your name

In slavery she scrawled his visage

As cold clouds of perfume

Across the dead side of the moon

In cursive grip, unreadable script

You look like no one else

But still so much like her.

Where Within Us?

Oblivion,

Or not at all

Nothing, Nowhere, Never

Small translucent petals stuck to your skin

Dance away in the breeze

And seasoned the October winds

I heard your halo slowly form

As cold crashing ships

Above us drift

Catching their massive misty sails

On the child like limbs of slow burning stars

I thought of how impossibly warm your palm was

Though slipping away

So far away

Your voice is the only one I can still clearly hear

Whenever I open my mouth to scream

"How long can you wait?"

Rapture

stay awhile...

It's hard to ever know

which worlds have ended with your words

and harder to know just when.

I thought I saw a small light there

glow for just a second

within the edges of the frame where we had been

I turned you over in my hands

and traced the image

of that long gone town


A photograph

A cardinal mask

that you wore as your phantom crown


And there where the clouds used to gather,

on the hill where we used to play,

A simple fact

has come to pass.

"When we look, we look away"

When Heaven Is Deserted (in answer)

Chariot

Your teeth clenched tight

Jaw locked tight

As fear weaves a cold hand through your hair

(What should I tell her?)

When we know not what to call it

There is no control

But still I needed you to justify

This light that lies before us

Illuminates this crippled season

Forever is a place that has passed us by

It would have been the first time

I looked into your eyes

Lay your perfect body down.

When Heaven Is Deserted

Chariot

don't make a sound

as tears dance through your fingers

(what should I tell him?)

we know not what to call it

when there is no feeling

but still, I needed you to know

there are still many seasons left

for us to conquer

and forever remains ours to forgive

it would have been the first time I held your hand

faithless

Shine

On such a distant shore

Where constant braying sunlight

Still occasionally splashes uneven kisses

On the white stone surface

Of all the bones and empty homes on streets we used to dream down

In this lonely corner of the world.

Though time has been reluctantly accepted

As a constant division of our will

And you platinum pounding warriors heart

Strums sweet chords of twilight still

I believe you taste the same slow sounds

Of night's gentle arrival

And breathe her gifts of silence and unity

In the solitary place that you now occupy

There above in the cold winter sky

May you never fail to burn

Brighter

With every impossible wish I make

To see your face again

if there is no one left to replace us......

your voice once had so many colours

petals kissed frozen streets

light from above

an orange halogen glow

reflecting the small steps in two sets

of footprints

walking towards the water

hoping to find your ghost tonight

and forgive the four seasons

for there is nothing to hold tonight

in these tiny clenched fists

and hardly any strength left to stand

it is not a bad thing to fall

without you

A Fragment

I watched you blink in and out
winking like stars shining in daytime
the ghost of Autumn
and a shield of rain

You once were a part of my life...

Cunning

I'll let you know how it looks

but I have been this way for too long

laid to rest and time for change

when Fall is a prison

and it's useless trying to charm one kiss

from the November snakes you wear

wrapped around your shoulders

the only way to surrender

your voice was a sapphire

on a leash of slow falling snow

you sang with such trauma

in your wild dark eyes

in shallow spaces where nothing is big

if only you were still here to be my breath

in cold platinum embrace

you chose to live

Terms of Surrender

still

sun crouches

for what passes for time these days

for what passes away

for all the stars that stalk you

still waiting for you to pass by my window again

she whispers a name in her heart

still....

A Cardinal Mask

I dreamt of your strangest gaze

As moonlight like music, so dim

trickled from your magnetic gleaming angel lips

passionless and failing in the certain colours

of the purest night

You have coiled yourself so gently around my heart

And I know we will meet again

As sure as I recognize the scent of your shadow

slowly creeping to my bed