Here it unfolds… A thousand centuries within one petal scrolled Hope among the stars who’ve lost their zest Dreams captive in my heart have hurtled from my chest Moonfire sky ignites the stars into chrysanthemum sparklers I’ve been waiting for something that I never knew I wanted – And I dive Into this waterfall of an ancient oceans visions in caramel eyes There you are… Strange and dark, stark and beautiful I fell fast instead of rushing slow I held Time – Reached into eternity to steal what was obviously mine Love’s been murdered constantly by all these poets Pen their words as if they’re mystics and precious when they show it Fill our minds with their nicotine mythologies Glamorizing what they believe was never meant to be Loves gestation barely ascends before left in sooty ruins No lovers cosmic coupling, ferocious, fetishised, feral swoons No latticed lavender elixir running sweet through darkroom arteries No equinox embalmed souls, eucalyptus twined, and thus – Graven wounds morose no longer outlive time Did you send me spirit blooms in the ravens tongue? Messenger with your eyes, whispering of love and madness… I’ll plant them in our cemetery garden, beneath the moonstone circle topiaries I’m so sorry that you didn’t know I’m so sorry that you told yourself that no one Would ever want to see your soul Glimpses of layers, grey into blue Outlines of shadows in sanguine-tinted hues Come lay with me on the crest on the hill Sky of rose-tinted marmalade, light mating with shade No need to search for further clues I’ll take your hand right on cue Among puffy cumulus cloud animals – I see you
This bitter moment burns A harsh rising bile, a vicious internal clawing… To taste love; The sweetest saturation Carving blue down my heart as it reveals itself to be a ghost Mourning carried on the brittle air Through bereft valleys of forgotten bones A haunting reverie crushing time with its spindly fingers Searing flesh with its spitting love, sheared of its legitimacy – Tossed into a fire bath – Charred into dust To scatter across miles, spinning into a deluge of cement tears That eventually rust on the tongues of the damned In their moment of reckoning – When their toothless, barbed-wire, open moth-filled mouths Shriek foul throaty epitaphs, coffin memoirs ripe with bitter juices Eyes sewn shut in exile, sulking serpent witch pouts And you will remember; I will as well But we are prophets of poverty; There will be no further stories Of those miles in the rear view, 2am contemplations Wide eyes, love letters, coffee kisses, tattoos Bed sheets tangled, along with long hair Darkness entwined with snow everywhere Madness and cages, cigarettes and rages Sorrow and shadow spilling onto written pages While the crisp winter air burned our lungs and our hopes Until we came unbound in a room full of ropes Until all that we had were glances and silence – Slicing through our hearts leaving more blood than violence To spill from that wine glass you carefully sipped While my mind was reminded of the taste of your lips And how they used to travel all over my skin And melt all my efforts at distance again So that clothes fell away as you stayed your course And again reminded me that I was yours Since long before times brittle shattered illusions Before poetic rhyme etched on firefly wings Before there was conscious and unconscious flame Before there was anything; You spoke my name – Through threaded seasons of lilac-webbed epochs You came for me, to protect what was yours Your wild lions mane and nocturnal warrior eyes – Potent medicine in the glow of the goassamer mist Thick and sweet, like dark cherry wine Your lips an irresistible chloroform kiss Ah, but somehow we wavered and ice and the cold Came out of the shadows this winter… took hold To creep and dismantle, then splinter and burn As we crashed into each other to damage and churn In delusions of passion, we stabbed with dull knives – Tried to glue all our wounds but just bled in reverse While the wine grew moldy and acrid like stained smoke – Filling our mouths with ripples of the perverse Breeding slime beneath our skin that was horrid We reached for each other but the drowning was torrid To ravage our hearts… To tarnish our souls… Once the writhing was done we had nowhere to go And so this bitter moment Loves eyeless ghost A mordicant, corrosive valentine picking at loves withered bones Blood red white wine to choke down as it turns to ashes In our room where the bedposts are tied with worn sashes To eventually rust, to eventually fade – To eventually, poetically disintegrate Until not the smallest trace, even if sublime Is left of two people who loved before time Just a diseased cemetery dripping with sour Where angels sutured to demons are being devoured And fanciful inscriptions written in blood – There’s no fate, no forever, no magical cure No “I’m sorry,” or “Please stay,” as it ends in a blur
Just the sorrowful truth –
Love doesn’t always endure
Backward glances to try and hold time Traces of love in torn poetic pages Coffee-stained teardrops romancing our words What’s done is done, tender scars remain ageless Anguish and regret spilled out in silence Slicing through our hearts leaving more blood than violence Wounds bled in the deception of silence Slicing through our hearts leaving More. Blood. Than. Violence. Love lost in the depths of silence… Slicing through our hearts Leaving
Naked in the clouds Voluminous sky cocoons wrapping our perfect imperfections Our lovers wounds Blooming into tendrils of lions heads, demon wings and angel eyes That frolic in our naked curves, valleys and secret gardens Bequeath our skin with shades of violet aphrodisiacs, transposed over the rise and fall of our innocence – Breathe irous flames into our fire, burst life into our loss, drip down our chins with the sweetness of late summer cherries When hearts drink in the suns nectar and the moons mythical silvery glow… You are standing in my shadow Metamorphosing into my souls similar Perching in the treetops of my mind Caramel eyes focused on visions of my dreams and distortions, my tortured denials of myself – My raptured longings of my ancient, dusty, dented scales falling away… To reveal beauty beneath the dreadful Your knowing eyes soothing the burdens of my doubts As you watch the movies in my head, tender spots where I’ve named my demons – Named myself… A malady of misery seeking a savage rain in the desert, to wash my damages – To birth my blood red flower This turmoil beneath the soil, these roots of stagnation and anemic stems that starve my seed – Corrupt its flourish, desecrate its season and pluck its bleeding petals to grind them on the riverstones Where the hell hags slither, sway, gyrate… beneath their winter black veils Their weeping mewls incantations to torment the dying – Shadow pigments of blue, turquoise, purple and grey cascading down the trees While the hillsides melt from the gaze of these haunted eyes I call to you, and Your sweeping wings carry my miseries, lift the deadweight of nightfall psychoses To soar into star points, where an aperture of silvery light pivots and warms – Slender fingers of radiance that reach into my blistered bones Capture the inception of lost illusions, grind them into pastel remnants, and toss them Into a starless night skies cavities where they paint a devotional rosary… Embellishing my skull eyes with shades of garnet hope Anchoring my heart to loves adamant depth in our celestial equinox burning wild A harvest brewing, where we dance in rose-jeweled fields Our consonant hearts like moon corridors – Leading to where dreams are eternal flames that never sleep But soar between stardust and spectacle on fireflies lacy wings – Our seeds of love ripe and plump, brimming with luscious verve As we stitch all constraints into ropes of passion Our naked souls shimmering in each others eyes Skirting the skies wispy blue fields like dragonflies frolicking On the cusp of magics luminous audacity Free falling over the edge, arms wide open To catch the stars, scoop up the sublime from the galaxy – Drench each other in our transcending love
Theater of Sorrows 