#bled
I blinked, but beheld it,
the marching of warships,
the broken caskets
at the feet where bishops
of Brixen worshipped,
and the agonizing steps to the castle
-- a spiritual climb --
gifts and prayers in each one's pocket,
(you've got yours, I've got mine).
And there it was opening in the sky:
a woman, in between cycles,
clothed with the sun;
her groom carries her up those steps,
they ring the bell,
and make a wish
for their love to flow against
the current like sea flowers
in the spring.
I blinked, but beheld it,
there was smoke,
there was wind,
there was nothing
but the warm scent of potica,
and pletna aplenty,
their upright oarsmen rowing
through the bloodstream.
They row for the stillborn
who never see the sun.
But there is freewill, and there is sin.
Our kingdom rise.
Our kingdom fall.
Forgive us first, Father,
(our blood shall feed the earth).
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 10:54 AM UTC
Let the morning rise
But the sun's bled dry
As the storm clouds tread
Across the cold blue sky
And then, smiles,
The mourning night.
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 6:51 AM UTC
My heart split open
and bled
The sky turned
lead
Your words
tread
through my gut
coiled around my belly
Until
I stopped breathing
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 6:43 AM UTC
Don't get too close
I said what I had to say
Knife blade razor sharp
My thoughts too dark and gray
No peace of mind
Storm brewing in my head
A gust of wind causing havoc
From my wrist is where I bled
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 1:39 AM UTC
Standing upon these novel halls
The man, waiting
Seeks temperance and a kindness from God
He says,
"Give to me the gift of your knowledge and I will smite your enemy--rebuild the garden and replace those fruits long lost"
And his request echoes impotent through a voiceless hall
He cries, wails, churns and smashes
his dirtied knuckles on the walls
He yells, buckles, whines and sputters
Choked and lost in miserable,
The flanking rooms locked and dark
With constant voicing, gently call
"Who upon ye has the gall,
to name me Father"
And he is quiet.
------
In Moscow the Siberian fall grips the air
A wandering Dostoyevsky speaks in exhalations to the crack of gunshot in the dawn
A brief tightening of callous rope around his dry poetic throat
And at once his words sought to cull
the exquisite embers of furious retort
And he is silent.
----
The kindness of a failing city-state
Conveyed on the precipice of a bay
Jack teethed his frantic dharmas
And said to Them,
"What terminus of road
Would ever serve my unwinding soul?"
And as his gut trembled a final thought,
His eyes turned skyward, above the clouds
Where it was silent.
----
Dorigen, repenting the patient shores of tranquil sea
Accusing the chalk of its blackened soul
Traces the subtle dance of gulls
As their drowning feathers face these ageless things
whysper'd deep upon the winds
And she is Silent.
---
Basho, with a wanderer's grin
In solumn steps between the grains
Shades the path of unfamiliar road
And every poem steeped within
Where clouds are soft, where crickets sing
Past warbling stream with cadence grim
The Dao, leading ever onward
Says to him,
"Like water, do I rain."
---
Milton, his misted eyes
No light to guide their failed sight
Trace an ancient knowing glance
To Crown, his subtle circumstance
No soul in life
could see the might
Who gave this man his funeral rites
And when his words fall deaf at last
On his forgotten time and wishful past
He will stare deep into an inky void
And see
The stars for what they are:
Light, dispersed between the dark.
---
In the waning tide of Cresent lune
Twilight casts a gentle hue
Below the hill the city glows
The Palatine, gold and new
The ides, with consequence they come
And with them carry the will be done
Augustus' silent retinue of one
Notes a sky of draining sun
For Rome claws at all of Gaia's *******
And from sea to mount and desert dune
Ancient Africa, nascent Gaul
To Rome, will they forever fall
In darkness, the Palatine shadow loomed
Over web of flame-lit avenue
For the roads all led to Rome that night
For one small moment God guessed right
Cesar's legions on the fields of Mars
Clashed swords and drank to their Centurions
As an Era waited to see the dawn
And new blood to baptize the marbled Columns
And in the farms
beyond Rome,
The shepherds walked their sheep to rest
Where families returned to their homes
With stories of the day's parades and jests
And in the time
Between the days
When Rome slept and the crickets mated
The world was cast in velvet night
Lighted solely by constellation
And in that moment
God became
silent.
---
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC
She was
forever
Her lips
Bled lipstick
Dark hair
Stormed
Hearts wine
throbbed
Castled beauty
etheral
Ghostly
girl
Woolen
scarf
Returned
all love
Smoky
*****
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 12:21 AM UTC
Maybe the big picture isn't as pretty when you
look
up
close.
You can see how the colors have bled,
How the paint has chipped,
How the colors have faded.
Then, no one wants to look at the details.
They just want to see the pretty.
The distance-blurred scenery.
The seemingly sharp lines
And the seemingly vivid colors,
But the harsh reality is that nothing is pretty
When you look a little deeper
Or search a little harder
Because only then can you see
How messed up everything really is.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
The affection that you showed
Was a bait to trap me
Behind your angelic face
Were fangs I couldn’t see
You broke my heart ant ripped my soul
Until there was nothing left in me
Tied up in bondages
I tried but couldn’t flee
The temptation to be loved made me fall for a devil
The devil that were you
And by the time I emerged from your hell
I was all black and blue
You stood there smiling
Watching me while I bled
Now I’ll make you pay
For every single tear I shed
Go run away from me
But I gonna chase you down
You’ll lie there repenting for your sins
While I’ll straighten my crown
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC
we really know
carnal knowledge
F U
we
really know
?
...
..
.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
You had said you'd never change
Yet you just pushed me away
From your very wide range
Did you, even once, think of me before the act
You knew I would be left shattered
Yet you choose to leave our only pact
When you were gone my heart had bled
I was broke till I learnt the true reason
I could never be your's to cherish and so you had fled
Everyone has to go, came the harsh reality live
I now knew the truth that
You are remembered only when you are no more alive
Don't you ever now try to come close
You would only be killed and wounded
Because I am just a threat that you now pose
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
Like, the red and blue chalky color of pain,
Their words bled from me.
Then, like, the the sweet and minty taste of happiness,
You cleaned and mended the wound.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
The bells tolled in silent air, no mummers
Where uttered in haste as white cloth over
Black draped upon their figures.
On the desecrated reminisce of ash petals
That grow in this place each is picked with
Elegance so not to fracture there fragility.
A new one Is found to replace those that
Unveiled their voices on solemn oaths to words
Never to be uttered, they surrendered it t air.
Voices of blood echoed on the floor, a chastity
Forsaken and white cloth drank upon the wine
Till it had its fill, then voiced its intent in puddles.
The shaded leaf was gently dissected between fingers
And where lips blessed word, the ash sealed them with
The twine of dead embers, and they screamed silently.
Silken coverings where bestowed on the vacant realms
Of purities, in the convent of silence where the dead
Don't speak and muteness is a sound only heard.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC
we take a breath
I have a smoke
thank you for giving me your cold
you rub the menthol on my chest
I hold the camphor to my breast
sometimes all it takes is just a jacket button to break.
10 minutes on they'll drink champagne
and have their fun with party games
everybody yelling "cheese"
10 minutes from a third-world country
in the shadow of the rock
they don't have anyone that'll help
there isn't garbage on the ground
its the street that makes up the whole town
I know you don't even want to talk
You won't even take my calls}
After three years on and off
I would do anything at all.
Have the child of my blood
Then with blood I'd have enough.
Just a picture fairy tale
For a man with a cold and betrayed.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC