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We’ve got a lot in common,
we share the same disease.
We’re thankful for our belongings,
though we fall down to our knees.

And the Israelites are coming,
they bring their funeral song,
a one thousand petalled lotus
is burned in the Gaza storm.

Oh, I don’t want to hurt you,
but you know that love is pain.
You find yourself in its absence,
just to lose it all again.

And still, I’ll come back for more,
like some ***-starved, pointless slave.
Fixate on you in the darkness,
and forget you in the day.

And I do not need this devotion,
I know not what it is for,
I waded through the ocean,
just to fall down at your door.

I gave myself to religion,
I gave myself to war,
I fought for all of the peace,
that I’d lost on your bedroom floor.

And I do not need this devotion,
'cause I know not what it is for,
I waded through the ocean,
just to fall down at your door.

And the soil swallowed me whole,
whilst I’ve been searching in the skies,
A motion of light in the treetops,
a love before the lies.

I do not need this emotion,
I do not need your pearls,
I’m looking for a brand new woman,
now I’m tired of spoiled little girls.

We’ve got a lot in common,
how we tend to impossible dreams.
The way we stand up for freedom,
the way we fall down to our knees.

The way we fall down to our knees.
This is a song I wrote and I thought the lyrics could just about stand alone as a poem: https://soundcloud.com/edwardcoles/fall-to-our-knees

C
 Feb 2015 Rachel Lyle
AprilDawn
They ran past me
at breakneck speed
to capture
those  
last minute
trinkets
of love
I never cared
much for anyway
until  I no longer  
had them
to look
forward
to
Grocery  store   Feb 13 ,2005 . Widowed  almost 3 years  at this point  .Almost being run over by this  mad rush of  husbands and boyfriends  buying   their last minute Valentine Day  stuff for their   sweethearts .I was both aggravated  by the stampede   , while simultaneously   feeling a cold  wind  whipping  through me and  a gnawing   ,empty hole  inside my heart. The lack of cheap chocolate  hastily procured on my behalf  ,impacted me  more than  even I  had presumed it would..
It was a **** in the forest green
A two track
Run red with clay
Smelling of grass
And laid down below
The ocean of humid air
And it carried off miles into the swamp
Riding on the back
Of the long, long Island
And my feet followed it
Like a river of earth
'Til its end
At the old Indian mounds
Mountains of men
And the ghosts of long ago
Just sitting there in the lonely forest
Reaching up to the sky
And every time I arrived
I always thought the same
Such a lonely place to die
Mind the gap
Between the platform and the train
(We don't want an accident or fatality again)

Mind the gap
Between your work and your life
(It's hard to manage daughter, mother, sister, worker, wife)

Mind the gap
Between work, rest and play
(Or else you'll wake up wrinkled, or burnt out one day)

Mind the gap
Between your needs and those of others
(There's a symbiotic balance between family, friends and lovers)

Mind the gap
Between your psyche and your brain
(Don't slip through the cracks between the passion and the sane)

Mind the gap
Just be careful, take your time
Lets keep things running smoothly, no delays on this line
here's to a la mort of a love that can never be,
a outrance of feelings that never got to be expressed.
i hate that my heart is so refractory,
how can i be in love with someone i know nothing about?

never seen you yet somehow i've seen you,
never spoken to you yet i've had numerous conversations about you..
i want to enodate my thoughts onto the canvas that is your heart,
but how can i?

you're probably in love with a lightskin beauty,
but is there any room for a caramel skinned Queen?
or will i be too much of a challenge,
too much of something too brilliant?

my feelings for you are pygalgia,
please darling allow me the chance
to search your soul & find the most unappealing things,
but love you anyway...

you're soul is too ostrobogulous for a quean,
may my being coruscate in the very darkest place of your heart.
til you realize your soul's worth,
til you realize yupukta my love.
for one of my readers..
 Feb 2015 Rachel Lyle
Mike lowe
There were galaxies in her eyes.

I was never afraid of heights but the "goodbyes".

Every night was a different lie.

I watched as black holes swirled into her eyes

The love went into the stars

The galaxies were no longer ours

I explored them so carefully

When you left, you took the oxygen with you

Someday i want to look at the stars the same

But all i can think of is your name...
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