Olga Valerevna

Olga Valerevna Oct 2013

A seasoned spirit came to me and whispered through the vines
Said, come to me and you will see with otherworldly eyes
The grain was gathered up and stored in what you've built and kept
Although I've watched you walk away so many times, and wept
These walls are indestructible, the walls that house your heart
Surrounded by the higher things each time you fall apart
The ground will always move for you, the earth can only spin
But when the soil tills itself you'll turn to me again
I offer up a single cup of water for your needs
A colder finer sustenance, eternity exceeds
Continue on, September's sun has shined to keep you warm
The heat has changed October skies, compassion be adorned
And when the night is come anew remember what I said
A quiet hum, a gentle breeze, awaken *sleepyhead

Malakai

Olga Valerevna Sep 2013

Clocks & Cartographers

Where are the lines when the time has aligned?
And is there a way to accountably die?
I seek but a grave for this body to lie
Yet cannot submit to the ground, it is dry

A desert of trouble is all I can find
Desperate, I wander and tangle the vines
Here in the moment our steps are entwined
But who was the first to arrive, you or I?

Take up your pen and the hand that you hide
Use all the ink that is harbored inside
Bleed like a wound, it will keep you alive
Why do you fear what you simply deny?

Bury the questions, one sand at a time
Under the doubt that displaces your mind
Come be unraveled, prepared and refined
Then help me uncover meridian *lines

Olga Valerevna Sep 2013

Lydia

I knew before we ever spoke I'd never have to hide
That it was you to whom my lonely being had been tied
I put my feet upon the road that led me into you
And though we couldn't comprehend, I felt you feel it too
You took me down the windy path that showed your every part
And when our light was bright enough I raptured to your heart
I let it keep a beat for me too many times to count
Relied upon it's rhythm which I could not live without
I learned with grace to carry you, the only love I could
I hope you know you taught me this, I hope you understood
Remember me entirely, remember when I can't
And beckon me, but silently, my head awaits your chant

Olga Valerevna Sep 2013

The catalyst

The
house I'd built is nothing now, I'm walking past a hole
I tell myself that I cannot return without a soul
The sacrifices I had made are nothing more than this:
Ephemeral experiments, a reoccurring kiss
I used to think my sorry lips were something of a door
A gate protecting parts of me but that was all before
I came across a verbiage that entered through my teeth
That made its way inside of me and settled underneath
The time it took to reinforce its structure with my bones
Has passed like an eternity, in never ending groans
I'll change the bricks to powder soon by mulling over thoughts
And place them in a mortar to contain them while they rot
And as the house of sand and fog is gradually entombed
The ground will hold a funeral to bury every
room

Is this your house?

Olga Valerevna Sep 2013

Fighting palms

There's only so much blood to spill when no one knows your name
The whitest knuckles taking on a whiter sea untamed
A middle ground of higher thought is secondary now
And every stair that led me here has disappeared somehow
I don't know why my hands are not complacent by my side
Or why they have to raise themselves with grossly heavy pride
For all I do is watch them break on everything they touch
Correction brought by discipline has proven not enough
Subservient to battle scars my body hardly claims
Capricious, blue and never set on anything but change
If all the people cease to be I wonder where I'll go
And who'll be the receiver of the punches that I throw

It's only a matter of time before time matters.

Olga Valerevna Sep 2013

Supreme, so be it (10W)

man made comfort
God is truth
fire: burn
people:
do

Olga Valerevna Sep 2013

small umbels

oh cradle rest upon the rock that balances sustain
a back and forth reality is hiding in my brain
forever's here, i'll never go much farther than i've gone
at least when i am focusing on everything that's wrong
i walk, i talk, i sleep, repeat - substantially secure
but numb to almost anything that hasn't been a blur
i've coriander colored skin, the scent is present too
a dying shade of seeded fruit that cannot be consumed
and if you bring me where you go i'll take up all the air
i'll wait until your lungs fill up and we can go from there
with heavy breath and feet alike, my circulation slow
i enter new mentalities my body doesn't know
upon the breeze of subtleties i hold the hands of time
i close my eyes, begin to feel myself become a *child

i saw these children in a dream