I'm letting the past rest in peace.
I won't try to repair it anymore.
That which has been broken
Can never be perfectly flawless
Ever again anyway.
He was simply a visitor who
Came through the door of my life,
Peeked into the room of my heart,
And then abandoned both.
A part of me only hopes that,
Although now complete strangers,
He will remember the shelter
He once considered home.
Running through this city
Looking for a shelter
In someone's arms.
Trying to escape from this maze
From those hideous, scared forms
They see in the mirrors at the stores.
Running from themselves
Escaping from reality
In an illusion of happiness
They always try to reach.
Navigating through the darkness
While they try to find
Any sigh of light
Even in somebody's eyes.
Languid tendrils of smoke unwind
The ashes of your affliction.
There is comfort in the sun's underbelly.
When you play half-lidded pool drenched in
Artificial lights, the night seems endless.
Once dusk falls, the world outside scatters
And settles together in close quarters
Like bunkers under air raid.
I thought you would be my home
I thought you would build the
I thought you were the
I look at my mother and smell the smoke
See the soot on her skin and the burned soul
Mother never told me
"Carve pieces out of yourself
And build your own home
Do not, I repeat,
Carve pieces out of other people
They'll want them back
They'll leave your house
They will take the foundations
From your house
And you will reach into your pocket
Find the matches I gave you
That you always swore you wouldn't have to use
And you will
Never carves pieces out of someone
To build your own paradise
They can only provide
I, too, was once a man
in search of guiding light.
Hopeless, lost, alone
and ready to give up the fight.
When a helping hand reached out,
unencumbered by my weight
and took it upon themselves
to pull me from Hell's gate.
Self sacrifice; a virtue
that I would someday know
to be the shelter that I found
beneath the cape of my hero.
Confide in me, my darling;
I'll be your great escape.
It was written in the starlight
that I would don the cape.
I’m small enough to cry for those with frozen teardrops
who can’t get up off the side of the road to die in peace
So I'll abide in this polar freezing cold silent deliverance
where a hollow warmth hides the tears that aren't for
There’s a bitter arctic wind blows right through the tree trunks
there’s no shelter leaning on the dream of the leeward other side
This winter isolation grasps on impatient pieces of frayed light
like hope a mustard sized seed of shine may move venerable
Who ever knows how long salvation lasts ? They said he died
sleeping on a cardboard comforter and blue plastic duvet;
a holey old coat stained with all what went wrong in life …
And .., I feel a sickening guilt of a warming fire's thickening
The chimney’s icicles drip an angel’s frozen teardrops
But .., I can’t find no heaven in this big ol’ world ...
wild is the wind ... January 4th, 2017
Could you cover me,
From the blinding lies
The deafening silence
And swallowing darkness?
Will you hold me
So I won't fall,
Break into pieces
And shatter my already fragile heart?
Lastly can you promise me,
Say you won't promise me these lies again,
So I won't fall for another heart break,
And the risk is just too much to take
because you've had