the cool stone his breath, he digs deeper
hoping to finally find what he has been longing for.
the shimmer of a gold vain? sure of what they said.
yes, this must be what he searches for, o how they told him long ago
so he blisters, too deep to remember, and how long the depths
the pick axe worn thin, blood and bone and steal and will
rip into the next swing, and cold chunks of stone
fall onto more cold chunks of stone, drifting in two or three pieces,
...wanting gold
to dig into a swinging party this deep must be a farce… but behold
his hands blister no more, and finding love brief and wonderful,
wild flowers in bloom, a field of holly, the most beautiful
dancing, the sway and whimsy of a ball surround
wind harps sweet air; the beat of the drums stead fast
and after the waltz, the moon walks them home,
knees… begin to ache, the weight of her beauty sore,
her pedals fall against the shores of lapping tides
and fading dreams…
and the longing for gold remembers him
….....deep underground, he awakens to hands blistered dry, now laying beside… detached
bloody knees worn away, stumps on a log, and his arms too… just pain the mind reassures,
leaving his limbs behind, he must be close… this body to drag, is at least a bit lighter now
for the journey is now another mouth full of dirt, the warm carbon against busted teeth
a broken inch crawls into the light, the eyes struck blind and tired tears do not stop him…
still the warm glow, somehow a reminder of the past, an old guide longing to meet him..
and something ancient still looms behind him too, a trail… the thick shadow, of fresh soil
the worm
never seen
so thoughts convince, into the center of the earth
or maybe a candle, that knows not that it shines,
the warmth he has been longing for, the shadow of dust behind
the earth worm, told of gold, sets off into soil, and deeps the stone cold
and the cruel trick! or so he thinks, there is no gold at all!
just his warm laughter…
in the light ahead…
and dung behind…
and the worm…
continues his digging
with a smile
night walks
the cat
with her
Cheshire cat's
smile join
the crescent
moon in the
sovereign eyes
of the Moors
Thin, this window, between our forms
As if we could but reach through
the wide ocean
Thin glass
And I would be by you
And you by me
And time would be somewhere... Somewhere middleways
'Tween night and day
So there we are, and in this midway world
Our dreams: first a moonclad night in the dark wood
Flitting from tree to tree in fickle follow of blue ghostlights
Then in the clearing they are golden, and we lay on the grass
and whisper lovespells with dancing lips
Now to a great tower, a city laid 'neath our feet
We sit on its edge and your face is sidecaught in the glow:
Warm marble, rose sculptures and goldspun curls
We're sinking
Down
Down
Down
A town under the waves, lamp in the murk
All wood and seaspray
We dance in weightless water, and I feel
the only way to stay warm in this frigid deep
is to hold you close
We stir, bleary waking eyes
and I pull you closer
Your smile I meet
your lips with mine
And we fall, once more,
into eachother
Later we will wake apart
But here, in our middleways world,
We can dream
together
My Sweet Spaceman
where are you now?
Trying to see between
those little glows
that speckle the sky;
similar to those
no longer in your eyes?
I just want to see
the world in which you're lost,
so take me please,
I'll pay the cost;
I'm sure it's less
than the price I pay
for the half-assed smile
you gave today;
I miss you babe,
it's been too long,
so let me save you
from this wrong,
because believe me when I say
I'm alone in this crowded room
while you run around the moon.
And you said you never wanted to be an astronaut
The sound of music so eases.
My ears confirm, ado is sound, so ~ ego of men.
Fume zealous demure.
Simple chatter without matter ~ now
just filtered tar,
An obligatory pattern I now vase.
Of being calm in ear.
Covert royal urchin speared in spirit a host.
In grace gift it revealed.
Liver torn sanity.
Comedy made tragedy, now you see.
I smile mosaic in calamity
My Eulogy.
Childhood innocence
What a beautiful thing
Back when Papa was a super hero
Mama tucked you into bed every night
And getting high, was something you did with a swing
Everything was exciting and new
Imaginations ran wild
That run down shack in the woods?
A castle, perfect for games of war
Adolescence was miserable
Such a horrible time
Papa wasn't there; the bar was his domain
Mama smoked to much and cried herself to sleep every night
And pills were popped every night, just to survive
It was so hard to find a smile
Everything seemed empty and fake
And that shack in the woods?
Used now only for the least personal kind of date
High school's end was a blessing
Though its a surprise you made it out alive
Papa was gone, he never even called
And mama was drunk, she couldn't handle it all
Living such a burden, so hard for you to do
Life seemingly hopeless, no joy around for you
So you went back to that shack in the woods, for the very last time
And left this world behind you, one pill at a time
She stands just so
Afraid to touch
The man in front of her
She touches him briefly
On his warm cheeks
As she reaches for his face
And asks him softly
Are you real
Holding her thus
He traces his smile
With her fingers to feel his joy
That shines from his lips
Yes love I am real
Then moving her fingers
Gently across his lips
Are thine lips for real?
Will we kiss in bliss?
Holding her thus
He kisses each finger
That caresses his lips
Yes, love their real
You have such beautiful eyes
That smile from within
Are they for real
She lightly touches
His lash’s and gasps
In surprise
He looks upon her face
Her almond shaped eyes
So soft and kind
Her lush tender lips
Just right to kiss
Yes love they are real
These eyes gaze upon her beauty
To memorize each curve
Each wonderful shade
That is hers alone…he sighs with bliss
I am real my love
Tears spring to her eyes
And as the droplets
Cascade down her
Warm tender cheeks
He asks quickly with urgency
Why do you cry?
She blushes feeling suddenly shy
Moreover, tries to smile her best smile
It is all true then dreams do come true
You are my Mr. Right
He smiles softly in her eyes
And sweeps her off her feet
As he kisses her gently on her lips
And whispers in one breathe
Your damn right I am
Nice to meet you Mrs. Right
©Kaila George 2012
How I missed, how I missed the wonder in your eyes
The smiles at our hellos, and the pouts at our goodbyes
How we kissed, how we kissed only heaven could have devised
The passion with the moon, and the beauty of sunrise
How I wish, how I wish on stars to make this bloom
The stars over your bed, and windows of your room
How we squish, how we swish the smell of your perfume
The blankets with the pillows, and the smile to resume
How it is, how it is will be left for fate to tell
The anxious of a call, and the sound of the bell
How it tis, how it tis will beyond me compel
The things I do, and do them well.
So please don’t give me hell,
Just answer your cell.
Adept an enigmatic
I smile
At the distance
I'm Creating
The walls
I'm building
If I was honest when I met anyone
I'd have to display a disclaimer
That I tend to fuck up royally
If there's any chance of touching me
And I'm not talking sexually
So if you look at my past
Any of the most recent
I've pushed away all of them
All of them who were decent
Maybe I'm weary and less vigilant
Maybe things are blurry
Like the moments after an accident
But some managed to sneak in
So I get creative and emotional and crazy
When I put my mind to it oh I'll find a way
Cause now I laugh when I cry
Thinking about each and every damn one
Who said they loved me or understood me or would wait for me or forgive me or fuck me or find me or save me or be there for me
All of those who would try
To find me in a maze of memories past
The walls I've built
Have turned into parapets and balconies
From the heights of the castle
Clouds surrounding me
I can see for miles
But I can't escape this safe haven turned prison
It's impossible to visit but you can break in
If you find your way tell me
How you got in
Cause I'm lost to myself
And need you to tell me
How to be good and true again
So you're welcome my pretty
To come inside
To the labyrinth of my heart
And ask the question why
It's not the monsters that
Will eat you alive
You'll just get lost
Then bored
Then you'll walk out
So I learned to do it first
To cause less hurt
I learned to be cold and hold it
At the most opportune touching moments
To create that distance I said
To build more walls
To make the maze more complex
And remember the heart's a moving target
Always moving never at rest
So give it your best shot
If you make it in
I'll be there
And I'll give you a chance
Cause I'm always surprised
And you can ask that question
But I'll be honest for a second
That in my whole life
I've never heard a decent answer
But I'm still waiting darling
I haven't forgotten
-Azrael Always James
© Copyright 2013
Cascading madness takes hold
(My crazy romantic heart's been sold)
To the queen from faraway
Sold my soul for a smile today
We try to keep clean
(if you know what I mean…)
Above the waist
But this relational bullshits got a bitter taste
Freedom with no strings
(yeah, it's one of those things…)
One night stand at hand
But the torn heart is sometimes too hard to mend
Drinking and smoking to excess
(Drugs were during recess)
I had a drink, I didn't think
But now I've taken us to the brink
To late
To lazy
…But they never thought we could make it anyway
-Azrael Always James
© Copyright 2013
