The incessant turning of cogs in
an instrument ran by heart
Shambles.
Stoic, admonishing words
frolicking about as frail, free-floating petals.
Beneath it all the clamorous tug gibing with the
Very voices you kissed me with.
Cold, but
unwinding the taut flesh.

I stayed
            though.

By your darkest demons, caressing with
Silk comfort.
Imbuing them with a dancing light lull:
your Reign of Melody.

To projectile your serenading strums,
To stretch out your fingers jangling,
on all the metal of the strings;
Gnashing the ivory saws of your teeth
you severed my bones.

I’ve become your music to trifle
I’ve become your naive, small bell boy.
“We’re not two, but one” you’d say. When
You knew all along, this song steered and dwindled
into paleness.

Sour hush.

I think we were perfect
- too perfect.
That's why when we
Exploded,
you left me on earth
to dance with the stars.

Beneath yours
My love lies
I
Don't want
The fire that rips
Open the schism
But
The water that feeds
Souls keeping us
Alive
Our love
Lush

O God so great
to be an infant small?
did You weep,
or perhaps sleep
and never cry at all?

what was it like, sweet Mary,
to ride the night so black?
could you smile,
heavy with child,
upon a donkey's back?

what was it like, dear Joseph,
to know your wife would bear
God's own son,
but he'd be shunned,
a man of many cares?

what was it like, you shepherds,
to see the host's appear?
we're you scared
when they declared
heaven was so near?

what awed you so, O wise men?
was it the star alone?
or the holy child
so meek and mild
who'd descended from God's throne?

what was it like, O angels
to see your mighty King
lying there
in a manger bare
what joy could that sight bring?

and yet that night was joyous!
in ecstasy all sang!
or perhaps instead
they bowed their heads
while praise in heaven rang...

for now the great Messiah
is born to trumpet's blast -
what was it like
that special night

OUR SAVIOR'S BORN AT LAST!!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/6/2011

Sorry for the nightmares
And the crying when the sky is dark
Maybe you know more than you should
Understand more than you ought to
Even when the tears come
Loneliness won't come before you

You make me more
Of who I want
To be.