I am that tapestry posted in the title,
The one afar off in the back,
Hidden cloaked in black!!!!

As everyone walketh past me,,,,,

I SCREAM!!!!!!

Someone look at me,
Someone love me as thou do all thy other works,

For I am not like them,
Look between thine lines,

And see mine blood flow from the creator's brush stroke!!!

Today ,
That wicked thing called lonesomeness slaps me like a brick,
Like a phene to his pipe it hits!!!!

Dragging me down asunder!!!!

Burn the one that flies with the raven of midnight hair,
Words in concussive form. altering thoughts of those
Fed syllables of meaning who were under the influence.

No longer a puppet, they are now consumed by what
Expels those corruption. Fire cleanses their body, mind
Purification of  the soul of impurities of word.

She was the whisperer of old moments forgotten, but
Spoken in her diluted tongue, but those of uninformed
Words, silence their saviour, a weapon against word.

They rallied before us, language of hand silent words,
She spoke to no avail, her tongue mesmerizing, but
Weakness to the silent tongue, shackled, sealed, silent.

We were of weakness to even a whisper, but they watched,
Governed over the wordless power. She did burn that night,
And as did so, ravens feathers fell like ash upon the floor.

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thou lonelie's  and heartbroken!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thou misheard and mistaken!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thy widow's and fatherless lads and lasses!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                who search for god in all the wrong places.

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thine children without a home,

I prayeth for thou,
                                 Thou bullied and quieted unknowns!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thus abused wrongly and neglected!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thine burdened, used and disrespected!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                For queens to find their kings, and vice versa,

I prayeth for thou,
                                For thine women who haveth men who pay àttention not to their treasure in front of them, only t.v commercials!!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thou men who get sent off to war,

I prayeth for thou,
                                For one's like me who would die for amour'!!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                To show love and forgiveness to one another,

I prayeth for thou,
                                To prayeth for me as I didst thou!!

See,
      Thy world is a smelting *** of whimsical worldchyme stew,
A goulash that aquire's carrots, beef, potatoes, and other uncanny things,
Well,
        As for me!
                                           I'm its gravy!!!!

Can I be forgiven for my impulsive need
to present my love to you
as a viking would after a day hard at work

I’m physical about it
and chaos theory is the dress
I choose to wear to ****** you
not those flimsy night-sky black things
or a cliché of words tucked up behind your ear


I'm dressed up in an imaginary beard
with a palm full of unpredictability
that makes you buckle
underneath forgotten desires
and we destroy ourselves this way for hours
only to wake up and repeat.

I absorb you alpha and you become invisible
like a woman over 50
I'm a force to be frightened of
and you are an empty shell.


Never love someone
who isn’t stronger than your darkness.
You will **** them every time
and spend the rest of your days
explaining the head on a stick
at the end of your bed
to your next lover
it can become tiresome.


But you never asked questions.
You accepted my grit
my madness
and lust for emotional bloodshed
so i kept going.


You just waited patiently
to see if the sword in my hand
would fall away in the face of your delicate beauty
unnatural for a man admittedly
more suited for a goddess
speaking ancient Greek from magic lips.

You could have spoken
incoherent babble for all i cared
as i marvelled at your fingers
just trophies on hands not from this world.


Again, I’m physical about it
and i saw myself arrange quickly
your internal magnificence
to match the outer shell, so perfect
whether real or imagined
I indulged my vanity
that you were mine
washed with your sunshine
every time we moved
into each other’s view.

Addiction to beauty
it’s akin to a serial art buyer
I’d bid my blood to have that prize
next to me each night
and that’s all you were to me
it must have seemed.


Your love was more than mine i thought
so i could afford to be careless
I was a swashbuckling hero to myself
because i never believed you knew how to be
so just lie there and look the part
and be there when I come home
from severing heads of out-dated ideas
about how to move through life.


Quietly though, you were writing secret sonnets to yourself
about the possibility of our “maybe” love
I rode right over that
like a warlord blinded by personal victories
making my way to a new precipice
another conquest
forgetting with eyes wide open
how to encase another in perfect intimacy.


You just waited patiently
to  see if the sword in my hand would fall
until one night, alone again
you saw the space at the end of the bed
where your own head would stand
and you ran into the night
dancing over misplaced dreams
now scattered all around like forgotten tombstones
as I returned home to my future of regret.


Now this weighty silence between us
has me filling the empty space with love songs
to myself
just to hear us again.

When I think about it,
Tis I think,
                                      Everyone wants their kiss to be as a sedative, as a narcotic, a high of ethreal sensation!!!

Though tis I do think,
                                    
I do not seek one's kiss to be morphianic!!!!!
                                      I seeketh a pallet from whence mine own tongue will not withdrawal!!!

But be in eternal stupified comatose!!!!!!

                                                                           Never coming down from thy stratus..

She cast down her own thoughts of life’s pitiful dwell
Amongst frightful tales    
The truth was revealed
Deep in the dark upon the shadows you will find him
Hiding along a world tangled in her toils
The darkness his dear old friend, has a mark leaving its toll
For his loving devotion was strung into your heart
When played it sang a sad tune
Enduring the unthinkable it seems
As he came back from the depths of hell
She caressingly asked don’t leave, I need you to stay,
Be god and hold me, my savoir, my one and only    
If there shall be no morrow where you’re with me
Then my life will have lost its true meaning

I want to breathe the smile back on your face
I want my skin to be the cover for your scars
I want my hands to be the help to lift you up
I want my legs to pick up your feet and run
I want my shadow to protect you from the harsh light
Your blood runs through me...I live because of you

The smell of the lake
The green of the grass
The white of the sand
The blue of the sky

I miss the water splashing in my face
I miss the grass tickling my toes
I miss the warm sand cradling my back
I miss the sun shining bright in my eyes

I like the version by First Aid Kit, and indeed agree

"he's the universal soldier and he really is to blame"

in the end there is no hiding from this truth

their dead are not our dead, are they?

in the end we did not care enough

our ever-shepherds stained with death the youth

you are the only thing that makes me okay.