Dark Roses

Scarlet tears erodes silkweed faces
Emancipated anguish
Drips slowly
Shards of despair
Penetrates souls
Like thorns from this rosebush of grief
Laced with velvet silks of heartache
Mourning for morning to arise
In darkened crevices of hidden agony
Throbbing blood vessels ache for resolutions
Affliction pumping wildly through tamed veins
Airs of sorrow stagnant the lungs
Steadily reprising cycles of disappointments…
An array of flowerless bouquets
Sprinkled across immortal graves
Buried beneath shadow less rays
Softly, broken records play
Evaporated figures depart
She is broken
He, battered
Broken arts married to engagements
Years of porcelain affections shattered
Plastic cylinders await moistened palms
To dissipate the sting of desertion
One, five, seven or more
Will execute death for peace…

he is shimmering, and genial, and made from lego bricks
wraps my fog into empty nothingness
gives me his hand when i fall
all in dust and memories
he's my kiss of undeath
darkness falls apart

had a hope to sink in the sea of gently swinging hammocks

his seasons confuse me,
sitting cross legged inside of a dragon
that falls asleep in shallow oceans for so long
until people forget and believe its an island,
and build tiny houses and towns along his dragon scaled shores

Naked bodies, empty souls
Bitten ****** lips, from the night before
Empty eyes, brain full of lies
***** sheets, dark, cold room

There she stands, fearless
Nothing can do her harm now
She has been there before
Didn’t find comfort or a safe place to stay, so she made her own

Smoking a cigar, trying to tell herself that this was her destiny, her fate
There she stands, restless
No sleep in her teary eyes
“I did this to myself”, says her broken voice  

Convincing herself
Night after night
Never giving up on what she thinks that is right
“But things didn’t go as you planed”, talks with her head
“I am stronger than that”, repeats after all these stupid thoughts
Reminding herself that she isn’t
Knowing that this is just an act
Just another of her many acts

There she stands, another sleepless night
A night that she doesn’t want to have
It’s that night when she confronts herself
She reminds herself what she really is
A walking phantom - she thinks
“But I am stronger than that”
These words she tries so hard to believe
But she never will

Sleep, please sleep! Yells to herself
But sleep will be late again this night, just like the other nights

Shaking, she thinks of the taste of the cheap wine she drank hours ago
Knowing the headache she will have tomorrow
But she is used to it
If only she could sleep this night
That is all she wants this night

There she stands, loveless
What have I done? She cries
Love let her down
I loved, I will love again - she lies

There she stands, awake in the middle of the night
She will stand up tomorrow
She will stand in her feet
She knows that this will be over

And as the sun raised, and the day begun
There she sleeps
Dreaming a useless dream
But still believing that she is not now, but she will be, stronger than this.

And in the other world, in one better dream, there he stands, sleeping comfortably
He became a better man
He will love and be loved again
And she?
She, tomorrow will throw herself to another man
Not loving, not being loved…

Stained glass coffins
Crystalline mosquitoes
Death that masquerades
In silken flags and floras
Languorous beauties
Graffiti of red and violet light
Sirens kiss the bullets
As they scatter them
To burn holes in sepia dreams
Watercolor ghosts
Casting out wildflower candy
Attics that hide under
Strawberry dust and lemons
That melts into mildew
As they pass down the gullet
Layers of ashes in the belly
“But you told us to swallow!”
Masses of children howl
The pretty ghouls hiss back
“Cannot you tell a lie by now,
By the sweetness of its taste?”

If only you knew how I feel inside
How hopeless and obedient I am to my thoughts
The dark and twisted fallacies that engulf all reason
Until fatal treason against myself is unleashed
And the cold, black rivers that run within my soul
Flow from the  sharp, frosted peaks of my brain,
Down through the forest of insecurity and insanity,
Avoiding my heart like it was the plague,
Around the city of fear,
Past the valley of tears,
And out of my mouth like bullets from a gun....

And just like that, I have shot you down
But that gun should have been pointed at me
And now you're gone, you're victim to a coma
The vicious possibility that you may never return
Haunts me relentlessly, like a nightmare that never ends

I'm going to try to save you
But you can only be saved if you want to..

If only you knew what I feel inside
If only you knew how much I wish I could rewind time
If only you knew that I need you to come to..

If only you knew
If only you knew
If only you knew..


1/24/11

Certainly our city with its byres of poverty down to
The river's edge, its cathedral, its engines, its dogs;
Here is the cosmopolitan cooking
And the light alloys and the glass.

Built by the conscience-stricken, the weapon-making,
By us. Wild rumours woo and terrify the crowd,
Woo us. Betrayers thunder at, blackmail
Us. But where now are They.

Who without reproaches showed us what our vanity
has chosen,
Who pursued understanding with patience like a ***,
had unlearnt
Our hatred and towards the really better
World had turned their face?

Who knows? The peaked and violent faces are exalted,
The feverish prejudiced lives do not care, and lost
Their voice in the flutter of bunting, the glittering
Brass of our great retreat,

And the malice of death. For the wicked card is dealt and
The sinister tall-hatted botanist stoops at the spring
With his insignificant phial and looses
The plague on the ignorant town.

Under their shadows the pitiful subalterns are sleeping;
The moon is usual; the necessary lovers touch;
The river is alone and the trampled flower;
And through years of absolute cold

The planets rush towards Lyra in a lion's charge. Can
Hate so securely bind? Are they dead here? Yes.
And the wish to wound has the power. And tomorrow
Comes. It's a world. It's a way.

The rain has stopped falling,
and the sun no longer shines.
Can broken hearts
truly be mended?
perhaps, on the other side.

The joke bears the retelling.
You didn't cry alone.
Your suffering is ended.
In song you still go on.

May the loser finally win
May your sorrows be redressed.
May broken hearts be rendered whole
May your tears be dried at last.



( Robin Gibbs, RIP)