Overcast

I needed some kind of seeking vision

to compete with the power

of your naked shadow castaway

forgotten mementos, Arctic waters

our time as a sinking ship

your picture on the wall

the small spaces between the falling rain

came together to form your smile today

since then and ever after

on every overcast glorious grey day

there is a reason to rejoice

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display casual grace

a disturbing elegance to acquit the sense

of heart racing restlessness

sat back, leaned into myself and fell far away

into a shadow suffering cut glass reflection

of a foreign language

display a casual grace and hope for the word

"we give the world"

and when I said it I truly meant it

did I know then that it would be

this tar sticky heart racing waiting game

killing time

all this time wasted perfecting

another sunset perfect verse

toss it away on the nuclear wild wind

atmosphere

rays of glowing, through the window

a concrete burial

reflecting the metal on my black wrists

my boxed in black listed affections

for storm clouded eyes

she sits and wonders

chokes back the sadness and wanderlust

but with a purpose

that truth will only be realized through strength

and a helping hand will follow

and guide

cry from the shy

burn from the inside

and feel paper angel tears

who lend hands to carry our weight on their shoulders

beholding this....all we have created

like some giant spiderheart

like a skeleton dancing man

these angels shudder and shake in the confines

of our grief

we give the world

we wait for the word

quite alone

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Joy empty on the floor

belongings on a pile

arms around material covered with dust

to awake from this despair dense somber submitting sleep

from a loud ringing way outside an anchor to reality

A lost moment found in the last angel paper

torn off the wall used and fallen

smudged teary charcoal never happy

illusion, we had time to feel joy...

it stripped away those last may days

played out on the floor with the last angel papers all falling

all failing a personal deadweight lost wish failure to compensate

for what your fault is (departure)

dealt with an episode withdrew from the shellshock to hold

apocolyptic and unresolved no solution yet at this point...

reconsider while these restless letters come over weeks

and days fade to months fade to earth covers hope

bury me deep and bathed in the glow of loves white light

a purity on both sides nothing can touch the first innocent ray

starlit I felt for you

when I fell for you you still falling

for you still calling for you

from phone booths

oppresive lightmare sunsets long ago

freezing cold your warm wave

became a fire to demonstrate that this was in fact, real

but there is no gravity over telephone whispers

so there was the fault

non-belief to blame

put to shame when they were there

reached out for

hit the floor and called your name

called degredation nothing much left to say

but where?

and this mourn still crusades slowly by inside my head

your beauty is just as pure as before and perhaps one day

you'll see it set long and drawn extending from your toes

( ) and I'm sorry I carry both our hearts

both our weight in the worlds

that all the overboard tears in all the sunsetting eyes

in all the world

could never hold back.

Agape