"Life imitates art"

As if the wasteland we call being alive
could become something so beautiful,
full of vision, voice and hope.

As if this hell could write symphonies
about the flames that infect our soil.

As if a pile of bodies
who felt their lives would amount to nothing
could be a masterpiece in a museum.

Life does not imitate art, it opposes it.

We all do know this is true

That life one day we must leave

By a gruesome unwilling way

Or by the time of aging naturally

But the thing I must now implore

Is your thoughts on a life after this

As I lay unmoving in my stony grave

Will my soul feel as if it's amiss?

So mermaids, humans, elven and wolves

Please give me a piece of your time

What do you think become's of our souls

While our bodies rest buried beneath lime

A heart lost,
Battles half won,
Injured souls,
Lifeless bodies
Pilling up...
Blood shed,
Watery eyes,
Till all that's left, is
Sobbig for the dead

The cape of autumn sweeps over once more
rain and the cold through our bodies bore

Come and warm your bones with me once more
draw circles on my skin while we listen to it pour

I just want to see your chest heave up and down once more
you were the only one that put up with the snore

Just sit down and talk to me at least once more
can you at least try to not make my heart less sore

Can't you try again and fall in love with me once more
because you were the only one that I will really adore

And you taught me not to give my heart away.

You taught me not to trust strong arms and tall bodies.
You taught me that strong arms can wrap around my neck, just as easily as they can wrap around my waist.
You taught me that tall bodies are good to hold, but can hold you back, just as forcefully as they can hold you down.
I learned that you can't trust strong arms and tall bodies.
I learned that you shouldn't fall for sweet words and the perfect smile

And I learned not to give my heart to fallen angels because they'll put it through hell.

What I wouldn't give
to lay with you again.
To feel the push and pull of you
against my bends and bumps again;
and meet in soft and solid places,
your sweet urgency,
as it demands my perfect patience
with burning subtlety.

I long to know your length again
Along the length of me,
and measure quiet patterns
soft and slow and endlessly,
to feel the aching shivers
in the shallows of your spine,
where shaking palms just can't resist,
resting for a time.

Please breathe me in again,
and whisper truths about my body,
with your hands and with your hips,
as if I’m everything and nothing,
wilder than the limits of my skin.
A human Aphrodite,
simply lying there beside you
inhibitions slowly dying

But that is all we ever were
Two bodies close and buzzing
Lost in silent revelry
Of touching without falling.

Bodies aging
while the mind
is two miles
far behind.
Trying to
get by
without
acknowledging
time.

There are humans that rise out of the ash
They are molded from the ground with care
Their limbs are spun with moss;
Their hair with silk.

There are humans that feel with fervor
Their souls consist of rain and beams of moonlight
Sentiment is their language; emotions are their words

They dance in patches of light
They celebrate under the twinkle of stars

Their desires are simple,
But they are not.

The deceased return to ashes;
Mourning is as common as elation
The breezes plague them,
The storms are disastrous

Whole villages swept away,
Ashes piled high
With lone survivors roaming the nearby forests

The humans have gold for blood,
And pearl for bones.
They are the undiscovered ones

Who return to the Earth as suddenly as they arrive

Stars of tragedy.
Stories of their untimely demise
Told soberly in newsprint.

Stretching from Africa to Mexico,
Victims of natural disasters, crime,
And of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

What was here is lost.
What was warm is forever gone.
These envelopes that remain can be stamped with anyone’s address.

In the end, it’s all the same
Dust
That settles in the melting ***:

Empty shells littering beaches,
Dried-out husks,
Vacant houses.