I saw you leaving, I saw the light go out.
Now, My house is haunted by wrong desire,
And on my skin is left the scent of betrayal.

For every one of your depicting lies the truth lay underneath it.
paint me a portrait of how happy we were supposed to be,
An oil paining perhaps of how our forsaken  lives were seen as mellow gold.

A painful affair,
Ghost lover extrordinare,
Our fate was never bound to live forever,
But, with you I would've together.

The stars were up above in your eyes,
Beneath the clouds of an October night,
I saw you on the side walk bleeding,
Sickened by the thought of leaving.

From that dream I awoke to find that you were no longer sleeping by my side,
But my dream had become a reality,
And you had really left me.

My house is haunted by the ghosts of you,
More than one, more than a few.
I sleep in a bed that's too full to move in,
But everyone else sees it as empty.
They don't know how you scarred me,
How your ghosts will always follow me.

Goodbye,
Goodnight,
I won't be sleeping tight.

Do it out of love
or do it not at all
for the power in your heart
should not pull on the strings of mine
it should dance with them, tangle them
in a web that catches fallen pieces
when my paper skin loses integrity
it should color them
when the grey has covered everything

Do it out of love
or do it not at all
the force that drives your lips to mine
should not derive from the same place
that drives you to work in the morning
or to bed at night
for these are chores
and I have been there before
so I ask you to do it out of love
not habit, nor chore
do it out of love
I've never had that before

The Dead Sea rolls within its waste
Salt so sick you cannot taste
You will not find a fishing boat
The sea's so saline you can float
The water flows into its shores
But there's no outlet anymore
So there it sits. Its water rank.
It seems God cursed it, so it shrank.

There's another place that you can see
It is the Sea of Galilee
Fishing boats by the score
Of different colors line its shore
If seafood dining is your wish
They catch great numbers of good fish
It has the Jordan running there
And there's an outlet that is fair
And so it lives and gives to us
It is blessed and is not cursed.

Watch and see the greedy man
He has his ways he has his plans
He loves his wealth and hates the poor
Though they are starving at his door
He takes and takes and does not give
But that's no way for us to live
And like King Midas with his gold
He is cursed when he is old

Look and see his counterpart
He loves to give for he is smart
He shares his goods,
helps those who grieve
He does not give just to receive
Not only family, but the needy
He is wise he is not greedy
His river flows, has much to share
So he is Rich Beyond Compare.

He's as the Sea of Galilee
Full of life. Fair and free!

But the miser pays his toll
Upon his grave the Dead Sea rolls.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/15/2016

It's been far too long
Since I heard your smile
Or felt beautiful reflected in your eyes

The warmth of your skin
Is a vibrant memory
That tucks me in at night

It's the only reason
I bother trying to sleep

Memories taste sour
When waking
From the reality of dreams

The universe is cruel
While love is kind,
Or perhaps that's backwards

Maybe...
It's just been far too long
Since I heard your smile

I imagine us
collecting affections
like loose change

bits hidden everywhere

in couch cushions,
in strong, stitched
seams

pennies hoarded
in an old sweet
jar

cluttered coppers
at the bottom of
coffee cups

we count,
meaningless amounts

building neat piles
of insignificant coins

until they become
our fortune