March 2019 – Theater of Sorrows

Ripping

If you could pour inside
My confused mind
Lend your beauty to my sorrows
Scrape the rust from the bone and blood
Leave me your answers, wrapped in holy cloth
Feed me my pain like sweet honey
Melt it all down –
This ripping… ripping away from you…
So I can’t tell, where your skin leaves mine –
Where our spirits pull the sutures and fall away
Down into the rabbit hole where above is below
Where you cry when you smile
And your eyes kill the lovely –
Stab its wings with a thousand cuts
Until it falls from paradise, crashing through the mirror
Impaled by your deafening, profane pain
If you could pour inside
My mangled heart
Capture my dying with your sweetness
Take it to the river and weigh it down with stones
To calm this desolation, like your hands do when I’m weary
Pressed against my temple or resting where its heavy; Each wounding burden…
Come let me stitch your wings
Let me smooth those bent feathers
So you can soar above the wreckage…
Look down on heaven with those lion eyes
Fierce and soft with fire and redemption
While the moon whispers for the wind until it finds its song –
The lyrics you left for the mountain dancers
To chant in prayer during their fire Mourning
While they wail and moan, shudder and shake, gouge their eyes, slice their skin
Their sorrowful laments breathing life into death
Moving demons to cry… to write your name on their tears
Moving angels to abandon mercy… set fire to the flowers and hammer to the stones
But this desecration… this moratorium… this… angels tribulation –
This abyss of irreverence is just a shadow in the moons eye, a window with shredded curtains
Revealing that your ephemeral existence
Is carved into the mountains, carried on the wind, flowing through the rivers, feeding the fire
Come let me stitch your wings
Let me smooth those bent feathers
Kiss your candied mouth before your journey –
Let you leave your taste on me
Oh but wait… that’s just a dream within this nightmare
Where the weeds have crept too high
Smothered the moons luminous caress
Stripped your soul until it felt devoid of the Springtime
In the Winter of your pathos
Ripping you away from yourself –
Ripping you away from me

Ask & accept “Who Am I?”

Existence

Let me ask you to consider this…
There is no destiny, only questions –
The rise and fall of a heartbeat inside its bony cage
As time drops into nothingness while lips form syllables; breath meeting sound…
Dispensing with pleasantries to bite truth –
Chewing illusions until spitting their bloody pulp into storm clouds, hurling fast…
Rattling with ominous caverns –
Can life be alive… stunning… worthwhile without questioning our mechanics?
Will the dark smother the light? Will the pain of truth destroy? Has it shattered you yet?
The truth is. Always. You’ve always known but chosen to ignore…
Shards of glass, razor wire, nails, needles, rope and fire, what else? Name your haunts –
But caress inquisition beneath your dark, heavy robes
As you’re pointing viperous words to redirect –
But will you go mad without a reflection?
Spinning eyes of fire as curiosity burns…
This is where we find ourselves –
Kiss our demons sweetly and take hammer to stone, through withered palms and cloven hooves –
Nail their existence into that solid mass…
A temple… Within… A reminder that light spills through cracks, into darkness
To deny our demons is to deny our loathsome, lethal, dark beauty –
And to set those demons loose upon the innocent, including ourselves –
To view the damage those demons sow onto others through a veil, woven of the tears we reap
And the clouds storm
Roll in with their menacing caverns…
Carry death into dreams…
Shadows that inhale the purity of the soul –
Wring the light, the innocence, the divinity from its eternal form –
Wrap their lean, bony appendages around its shriveled remains, and stuff it deep into their desecrated recesses –
Where it weeps memories in reverse –
In their dead playground…
A loop in black and white –
Sans grey…
Littered water with the barren bodies of crows. Shhh. They can’t speak anymore –
Although their eyes know your secrets –
Their wings unfurl your deception
Wind whispers through sticky feathers of madness in soft form, ready to harden beneath a harsh, baking sun
The trees reek of lead –
There is no shade here
Only pockets of sideways perception, strapped onto a wildfire of stars sliding into an aphotic hole of unfathomable depth
Shimmery points sucked from their centers, shattering like ceramic toothpicks
So let me ask you to consider this…
Will you ask yourself to peel the skin and show the bones?
Will you ask the bones to crack and the veins to bleed?
Will you ask the heart to suffer and the mind to spew? —
Your angels and your demons
Your anguish and your joy
The purity and innocence
The deceptions and perversions
The truth?

Bleed

Tripping on our lost love affair
Falling down the rabbit hole where right side up is upside down, and left is right, and right is left…
This spongy, muddy-walled, psychedelic cage my failed eternity
These paisley broodings bend my mind with their tantra prisms…
Your eyes… My downfall
Your beauty… My heartache
Your mind… My loneliness
Your soul… My bittersweet
My desire… My death
My love… My funeral
Time slides down the walls like red candles dripping down my spine
Night swallows my breath, sucks up the moon
Your words wrap around my soul, bind me to your will –
Knife blade dull and rusty on the bedside table
Beside my fate
Angels unclip their wings in our catacomb
In the corners, shadows unzip their demons
To seep beneath our skin
Lime green haze of romantic rhetoric
Fills the hours with crumpled words –
Poetic declarations in reverse
The feast feeds your hunger but sucks the dreams from my eyes…
Hollow, hazel-pupiled cadavers
That can’t rest within this heart hell…
Where loves bones crack and wail in the fire
Woe pulls the wings from the dragonflies
Despair smothers the stars
Despondency disembowels dreams

Death mocks mourning

Tonight I will bleed for you
Your indifference a mortal wound; I fall away
Then will your warm hands lovingly pet my cold skin?
Caress my emptiness with longing?
Your souls numbered days are showing in your eyes –
Why are all your mirrors broken?
3 and 1… 3 and 1… and 3 and 1…
Where right side up is upside down, and left is right, and right is left…
Left…
Damned…
Loveliness gone savage
Rancid remnants
Tonight I will bleed for you
But
Tomorrow you will bleed for me