Another scar on the soul
tears run forth
Another scar on the body
blood pours out
eventually they will heal and bind
and this time
hopefully this time
sense will fade
as the callous forms
pray the time comes
when i can feel
nothing
another villain will have been created
Evil! they will cry
as they see my deeds
Monster! they'll scream
as they run in fear
it was your decision
your choice
your choice
your choice
to become as you are
I will scream
You made me!
You took my choice!
closed my paths!
ears will be closed
souls locked tight
as the reflection of themselves
they don't want to see
will be all that stands before them.

And i will bleed
and cry
for none will listen.

I'm tired of this life
So tired of this world
Of loving and knowing only pain in return
Of trust and betrayal
Of the knowledge that this is all there is
Knocked down
Again and
Again
Until i choose to not get up
Choose to stay in the dust
To let go, finally
And to not care.

I am tired of knowing that i won't
Knowing that i will get back up
this time
and the next
Smile at the world
And with flinching eyes
Wait for the inevitable pain
Again.

chains rattle and hiss
they slide and slither around my feet
poisonous serpents i cannot escape
twisting my steps into unknown paths
foiling my legs, movements truncated
falling to my knees, they climb
screaming, incoherent rage, wordless struggles
and they whisper
whisper
whisper
WHISPER
of codes and consequences
of right and wrong
breathless i scream in silent wrath
jaw distended, creaking
they wrap up my unsaid words
force their way down my throat
chaining tight my beating heart
beating
beating
beating
bea....


Peace.

And so
here i stand
on the soft of the knife
choice to my side
the sudden stab of breathless agony
the slow slice that bleeds me dry
an endless dripping of my blood
drip drip drip
down the blade no matter where i turn
a love never expected has retreated
the steel remains here within me
drip drip drip
taunting my inability to move or decide
which pain to fall for
the slow burning edge
or the quick oblivion

and so
here i stand
on the soft of the knife.

Solitary figures
we wander throughout
this life, moving in
any direction
alone, always, until
chance conversation
spark off flint
an idea
a pronouncement
and the path is crowded
for a time, then
alone again
The secret, perhaps, is
not to lust after
the moment
however only to enjoy
when they happen
and to bask in
the silence
when they don't
for the warmth
will come again
in time.

Her eyes are endless pools of rich earth
The glitter and sparkle ever present
Stand against them I cannot
Letting go, I am lost eternally
Ecstatic

Her lips are the magnificent hue of the dawn
Forever burning with sweet desire
Dent their attraction I cannot
Release my hold, I fall heedlessly
Helpless

Her skin is as soft as a whispered breath
Warmed by caress with unmatched invitation
Resist temptation I cannot
Open my grasp, I leap happily
Exuberant

Her mind is a deep as an ocean of thought
The spark and fire rampant within
Ignore the connection I cannot
Surrendering my stance, I stumble
Gratefully

Her embrace is as calming as a moonlit eve
Comfort enveloping in wordless love
Scorn my smile I cannot
Shedding my burden, I stand

Cold winds blow and wash over clothes less skin
The argent shining of suns long away covers earth
I stand waiting, as I ever have, with hope and humour
The dawn shall come soon
And be with me
In glory
The birth of a new day, resplendent in the possible
The chill beauty of the night gracefully fades
The bright wonder of the day sweeps
In waves across the world

The new dawn suffuses the hills, a golden flow of light
Warmth on my face, looking at the ascendant sun
Breath catches as colours erupt in riotous desire
The dawn has come
She stands with me
In wonder
The day has come, the existence of all is truth
Land breathes, voices risen in greeting
Life has arrived, we cry.