I. the breathing of human nature
her poetry weaves a chimera
through ontario maples,
ghostlike songs intoned in late november breath:
*i don't really want to be a pretty girl... *
whispers of woodsmoke fall from sky
(sky, pink as cochineal, pink as avarice
sky, blue as bruises, as jazz, as tropical waters)
she steps from the fog and ash into the beckoning trees,
seduced by leaves,
an autumn saturnalia of honey, flame, amber,
nectar, pistil, anther.
she is cupola and chalice,
budding fuchsia and iron cherry--
but she writes and breathes
as if something more than a woman
who knows all the names for the ocean
stirs and struts inside her.
II. the statue and sobriquet
piano wires melt into statues,
heat steals rusty bottle caps
and bends them eerily into muses.
butterflies perch astutely on their shoulders,
violet, violent, a mosaic of shredded lilies and shellac,
paris in flames, flowering tea-houses,
the mariana trench, a thicket of morning glory.
nature sculpted this metaphysical tribute to her
for all that she has done, for all that her bent fingernails
and snow-covered lips have given
to inspire solstice and equinox--
in the night-songs of the crickets,
crystal bells and rustic chirps,
she was lauded.
she feels the songs in her eyelashes
and writes of wine and palest bone,
fragments of bashful moon,
roots her fingernails into the tarnished canadian willows
and finds her way through magnolia clouds and sea-spray sky;
after all, she can soar.
Tears of blood run down a snow white face.
Doubly compounded purity, sanguine and ancient.
Dancing flames infuse the veins of life,
Consanguinity is a curious riddle.
New blood merges with old; when they meet sparks fly.
These sparks develop, building ideas, lives and Gifts.
Psyche, breath and spirit are passed down.
Lineage, loyalty, honour and creed encompass all through these ties.
The dual lusts; both for blood; fulfil their purpose.
Eyes cloud scarlet red until they are sated.
The shedding, sharing and spawning of blood.
These are the foci of this world.
Up on the hill the fire roars,
hisses and spits out sparks that reach to the skies.
Dancing away from the flames like souls from a battlefield.
One by one by one they fly.
Amongst all the chaos there's someone.
Sitting back from the heckling crowd.
A man who fears no man or evil
nor any a soul in the clouds.
His reasons long tempered by living.
Long days with the sickle and plough.
If it wasn't for hard forgiving.
He wonders if he'd be here now.
At a hotel in room 203
And can't sleep
Staring at the door
With glazed unfocused eyes
I imagine true love on the other side
For so long
That I can almost picture it
And I edge towards the door
Turn the handle and sear it
Smoke bursts through
And crackling flames invade the room
The hotel is on fire
I guess I was right
Its nearly 2:30 am
And once again, I dreampt of you
They will always possess me
And I can feel your voice
Giving me chills, flooding me,
And piercing through my black soul,
Full of sorrow and full of despair.
By this, you create a feeling of ecstacy
Swimming through my veins
And shattering my bones
This is why I awake at nearly 2:30 am
Simply just to write songs about you
Simply just to get you off my mind.
Let me takeover your every breath.
Flooding into your lungs,
You are now mine.
Surely until I fade away
Into thin air
And leave nothing but ashes
On the ground.
Spill out everything you're filled with;
Who knows whether your glass is half empty
Or half full
Now its on the ground
And that's okay,
Because I'm on my hands and knees
Cleaning it all up.
You remind me of stain glass windows in a church;
Some see your beauty, on the inside and out,
But they only notice when the sun gleams through your colors and cracks,
Showing off such vivid and lovely colors.
They don't see your beauty. The can't fathom it.
They're the ones who throw rocks at you,
Leaving you shattered into
A million pieces
On the floor,
Not able to be loved,
Not able to be appreciated.
But, while you're that shattered mess
On the floor,
Let it be known
That I am the one
On my knees
With my fingers cut and bleeding
Picking up every shattered or broken
Piece of you
And I will mend you back together
I will make you feel whole
I will make you feel special
Because you are.
Look me in the eyes;
I'm not sure whether they remind me
Of the sound of the rippling waves in the salty ocean on a hot summer day
Or the smell of the smoking flames of a bonfire on a warm july night
They set my soul at ease.
Things are impermanent.
We all know this too well.
Roaring fires turn to embers
Embers turn to ashes
That soon blow away into thin air.
This is why our love is not like fire.
Our love cannot be described.
"Nothing lasts forever"
2013 © O'Brien Devin Brielle
The small but ample cottage tucked in among the trees with large trees like bedposts.
A small hum of excitement stirs the air. The ocean kissed sea air moves past the cottage searching for just a peak at her.
But not tonight, the windows drawn tight, and still sweating from the warmth there by the muted figures in the flames.
Just a glimpse of her edges out from the corner of my eye.
And only she warms me in a way, that even now the figures in the flames seem less willing to speak her name.
With her heat comes a light, and with her light the words are more clear and the beauty of season more evident.
She is a muted flame edging out in the corner of my eye.
Kissing me quietly as she drifts off in to cozy corners of my mind.
Nothing to do,
But spill tears on this page
Nothing to do, I guess,
But cry all day.
Nothing to say,
When i say too much
Nothing to say,
When I'm loosing lust.
Nothing to care for,
But the little things I love,
Nothing to care for,
But the stranger I love.
Nothing to write,
When everything I do's a mistake,
Nothing to write,
When my life's about to go in flames.
In flames up or down,
I wouldn't want to say,
Down or up, my thoughts all day.
Will you be sad with me?
I shouldn't have asked.
Will you help me through?
Or is it, "Too great a task?".
I have two sides,
The bad, the good,
My mind considers both,
But the bad figures it could.
The good shines some light,
Just enough if i need help,
But not enough, never enough,
That will ever shroad the doubt.
Why do people get famous,
For such stupid things
Why are some people popular,
Why does no one know
Well, I guess that I don't want them too
I keep a thick layer of snow.
Why is this at-all beautiful,
It's one of the sadder things I"ve wrote
But i guess, when you go high,
It's never the prettiest note.
I see you yet you're nowhere to be found; you're in every face I see as I remember the night I watched you bleed. I tried to save you but it was far too late, I couldn't clean up the mess that you had made. How come I still tremble at the thought of your unfathomable pale green eyes, how come the thought of you still brings chills down my spine? You were nothing but dead weight that I refused to let sink .....You anticipated self destruction, you loved the idea pf drowning in an unknown darkness-it was written all over your face, so tell me why is it you begged me to stay? You knew damn well you'd get your way. Now you're gone so congratulations, you've gotten exactly what you wanted even though it meant leaving me stranded, weak, and damaged. Bet you're laughing from hell at the fool who never stopped trying. A part of me hopes you're rotting while the other is looking for ways to get to hell; perhaps if we were to burn together there would be so much passion it wouldn't be as painful, because more than being with you it hurts to be without you, to look and see your face afraid to look again, since then reality kicks in and I know that you're not really there, that I'm just so in love I'm going insane, what made me think I could put out your cruel internal flames? You've always been so full of apathy, I poured you everything I had, all of my love and whatever else I could find yet it did absolutely nothing. You left me empty, stranded, I'm the idiot fool who never stopped trying.
Flames inside, Brought to life,
At the sight of you.
New worlds alight, Of love and life,
I want you...
Emotions surfacing, Passions escaping,
I need you...
But hidden before your eyes, My love escapes,
I wish for you to see...
Past the mask, Past the fake laughs,
Past all the others...
Look at me. Im right here. I will always be.
But its too hard, when I'm "Invisible",
And you don't know.
Hiding in the shadows, Heart skipping beats,
Im just another one.
Another guy, who loves you, From a distance.
Im just another...
But I will never.
For you are the one.
Her brains left stains in my clothing
The bullet made it quick, the clean up was sick
My favorite jeans , we just burned them
Lit smokes on the flames and whisked away the dna
To link my hand to the gun, that same very one
He pulled out that night, to take her fucking life
Stabbed with the knife, passed through my flesh in a flash
The crime she had was hopelessness
And all I wanted was for her to know
She fucked with the wrong man
And here I am, re-living it again
Get in the far, we ain't going far
Show up at the dump, what's that sound in the trunk
Kicking and screaming, the tears clearly streaming
The weight of the metal he put in my hand
Heavy enough to sink to the bottom
And I refused.
Torn away from me in a storm, a weight lifted physically
Crack, and one added that'll haunt me all these days
So here's another bottle to your memory
The last seconds we spent together
I your first
And I your last.