Romanticism Poetry – Page 2 – Theater of Sorrows

Gears

Riptides, pulling us apart
I reach for him, drowning in this fallow sea
But the bliss has fallen away in this frozen season –
Sorrow so barren that its killed its tears
Still, the clouds cry to the moon
But she hurts too much to care
Disintegrating into a chilly, forlorn sliver
Abandoning our sacred coupling
Her twilight divinity a madness that dizzies the crows eyes
They pick apart our pieces, feathering their nests with our jewels
Leaving our naked wounds open to the elements
Clockwork rolling backwards
Tock tick… tock tick…
Gears grinding against the rust that’s held us together
Metal merging with mist through the cracked glass
The earth rolls left and loves thick liquid pours between tilted dials
Splashes upon the rocks like rubies that won’t feed the impoverished
In crowded spaces of empty rooms words evict meaning
Red pain screams itself into black
Half dead in its aliveness
Writhing anguish, watered into blooming by graveside tears
I see my garish death in your angel face of loathing
We scream our frustration, searching for words to silence words
In this violent incident you drag resignation behind your dented shadow
Storm out into the dead light
Cigarette anger glow beneath shriveled stars –
Their luminosity surgically excised by our serrated tongues
A blunt violation lacking a sterile room
The air is falling – our inebriated shadows cascading starved love…
Swaying down the flawed halls of methodology of the condemned
While the bells exhale silence
The moon blows a kiss goodbye
Then descends through the rutted sky after remorse
That last icicle of light melting into dark fallout
I wish this waste would gag my eyes with dementia –
The lunacy of a happy fool…
Sprout musty mushroom scales inside my heart
Tangle my nerve endings with an arctic ocean
Weave cryptic manifestations into my mind to confuse its agony
So it curls into itself like a sea anemone –
Shut down and armored; Floating on the blue grey brink
But evidence gulps tranquil bliss like a predatory black hole
The gears grind against the rust that’s held us together
A metal sandstorm in the hourglass

Scales

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

The Color of Our Truth

Cutting deep, desolation and despair
You’re the one I want to keep but this may have gone beyond repair
Our conception born from words, far into the early morning hours
We eagerly devoured the lovely chaos swirling round in our minds
Creeping through feral, demented forests – Sometimes running blind
Diving into madness… Are you there?
Can I reach out and tangle my fingers in your hair?
All these walls with busted corners
All these windows with no view
And the bells are ringing near the hill side
While the crows perch on the pews
Osteomancy underneath a nightshade sky –
Brittle bones born to die… Sliding through fingers smooth as glass
Knocking on the stones, spilling our mystery
Sucking the rain into their cracked, dusty fragments
To expel our story –
Sticky and messy, gritty and reserved, scraping and tearing…
Like trying to hold fire in a cage
The unfolding of our becoming… or undoing…
Lust lovely, love… bite the savage, sweet and sinister. Listen to them speak –
But the winds run dry and the bones won’t cry –
This vague shadow as empty as a scarecrow – a riddle swallowing itself
A feast without the famished…
Time cannot collapse destiny like water carves the stone
It’s been a long time coming, but now you don’t have to be alone
The color of our truth is blue
It sounds like your whisper in my ear
It smells like September
It looks like the gentleness in your fierceness
It feels like your heartbeat beneath my palm
And it tastes like laughter in tall glasses
There are glimpses in the valley now… traces, running down badger like Indian ink –
Compilations and coffee rings in the Underground…
Melting roadside tragedies on the Queens gate…
Indelible scriptures
That give way to the Sacred
While you surrender your burdens to me
Surrender your anguish, your pain
Let these wretched things fall away late at night in our musky catacomb
Where we tangle our bodies in luscious disarray
And your shoulder tempts my lips
The soft heat of you, ink and scars, delights that I find… your bodies lovely ornaments –
Priceless frescoes that are now mine to seek with euphoria, trace with awe
Desire with madness, taste with rapture
You are my poetry, whether written in blood or ink
Whether smudged in dark decadence, carved into my own skin, pouring from my wounded mind –
Or seeping from my tortured soul…
Layers upon layers, woven together, waiting for the sunflowers to anoint our rusted time
Your eyes are questions to my answers
Your soliloquies are my memories
Your beauty stirs me… makes me weep with desire
Steals the angels innocence and makes them swoon
Come be my sweetest lover, my deepest sorrow, my darkest moment
Lets stray to
Where our madness devours our sanity
Where our love is fierce and wild
Where home is in each others eyes
Tonight, come into my dreams and take me into yours…