Dead polaroids
For a photographic memory
Looking for the bigger picture
Beauty is in the the beholder of the lense

An elder tongue once told me, you are my delight
The island knew, for the earth never forgets
My own tongue found herself ******* in knots
Will I find these shores again
The isle of the blest
A cathedral for souls, still fighting without breath
The ale will speak, through the mouth of a drunken fool
You wait, on deity foresaken shores, for a mist that will never rise
The sand knows more than you, yet the salt water draws it out beyond hearing
The monsters in the loch sing prayers so ancient your tongue would tremble at the rasp of their words
Will you take your chances with a ******* son of the gods
Singing a gaelic hymn for the nords
Is your thirst quenched by hel fire in the fjords
The old country knows you, to her you shall return
To look in her eyes, inlet of wisdom
Her emerald secrets stare back at you
The cairns of the kelts are sturdy still
Will the faeries bless you
It is a fool's blessing too
Feather your tongue, so your words find flight
This is irish magic, kept in the stars at night

The high part of the night
Is whistling
Shrill is the death of the light
Stubborn in its remorse

She was, in the marrow of her bones
The first day of spring, a full supermoon
A night young in its rising
A planet indecisive in its spinning

These are the powdered sugar thoughts in the mountains
Dusting the peaks with snow
Citrine slumber, beneath a suicidal sun
Crystal remembers, when the stars forget

I was dying within the skin that would not love me back
The husk of a man
Broken before his eighth birthday
They took even the shoes from his feet even as they gave them
The same they did with their love
Told him it could not be for him
It was not supposed to be this way
Let time change all things
A baptism of a saint
You martyr with the name sinner

The sky, barren of stars
Held no mercy for the pin feathers of my love
Has my mortality always been so close
Is my hope just as far, merely out of my reach
My fingers search in the dark
For what the light will not uncover
My hope so close
I will not let her be forgotten

Maybe
Maybe I was dazed and confused
Or maybe
Just maybe
Maybe it was love

Maybe

The night will come for you
This is the way the sun will steal you
When the darkness grows tired
She will awaken the sky
With a wanderers match
And an Angel's smile

When I touched my face
It was not the same as when I touched yours
I could not wipe the tiredness from my eyes
In the same gentle motion aa I finger walked every crevice of your skin
With you, it is about the journey and the destination
Every mile is made into memories with you
When my mind forgets my fingers will remember

Silent in the dark
Oh little one sleep
Faint not of heart
Tender mercies will come

Oh little one sleep
Faint not of heart
Tender mercies will come
Silent in the dark

Tender mercies will come
Silent in the dark
Oh little one sleep
Faint not of heart

Faint not of heart
Tender mercies will come
Silent in the dark
Oh little one sleep

My tears will not hit the ground

What words could I give to the whisps of your memory
I grasp for you with bleeding fingers
There is no spine to this fragment of my stained glass thoughts
I slam my head against the open door of the temple
These hinges, creaking in the presence of angels
Lucifers hands grasped around the pulpit, knuckles splitting open
While the corners of his mouth parted, like the legs of a ******, for honey fangs that drip the sweetest lies
The convenience of the cross beneath the vaulted ceilings
Will the devout fill this room with prayers
Their words are just smoke
They will not wash away the pentagram burned into the virgins flesh
Her skin stings, this pain it does not fade
This pain, it covers her dutifully
It is a garment to her carcass
No man will lay with her as faithfully as her grave
The earth is her most devoted lover
Gaia so patient in her lust
She has born a sun and now she lays barren
Let the earth split
Hell swallow her up!
These are the runes on the temple walls
If only your fingers read as well as your eyes write
These riddles are for sinners
Wrap your head around naught
These black droplets are for you
Let them coax you into the leviathan depths
Fools hate the wise
Fools hate fools
Excluding only their own foolishness
This is the commandment in the book
Lay down during the night
That your fortune be good
That the blood moon pass you bye
Let another fill the lust of Luna's stomach
This is the dark side of the moon
The devil is impatient tonight
He will have the blood on my hands for a necklace around his throat
Who will look into his eyes and dare him to steal petals from heavens doorstep,
for his own grave

Drag my fears to altar
Sacrificing sleep to make peace
With shadows dancing on the walls
Penance is a costly coin
I count sins like pennies in a jar
Plunking copper in vain
In a well that has not run dry
A well that knows nothing of my sins
No knowledge of my wishes

My temple is crumbling
Age has never met mercy
Time's cohorts know no pity
These pillars hold up shambles of a roof
Holding together is a dry hope for heavy skies

Will you lay with me
On the coolness of the stone
When the final hour awakens
Creeping in to steal the heat of your skin
Finding bashfulness looking upon the stars
This is the same sky
I see in the dark part of your eyes

I have longed for these constellations an eon and a half
Concrete in my reasoning
A stone knife on a stone table
The world is not as you know her
Or as she seems
Her spinning does not dizzy you
You crave stability
Do not leave footprints in the sand

This incense is unburnt in my lungs
Light me up once again
Can I unbreathe your memory
To unlearn threads
Unwound in my tapestries
I wait, unpatiently
For your silken voice to whisper
"Come to the light"

Promises whispered in the dark
Kept beneath the moon
Rafters of my temple an accord
The trembling of my foundation will not strike
You cannot move a stone mind
As all things are made
They can be undone
Your apologies sway them not

Wisdom is nothing when your lips part without regret

How fearful I am to ask
That your words be for me
No sooner do they leave your lips
Than they find my ears
On will they go
To find another
Sweeten their thoughts
Though you have never left mine
My fears for you
Is that your fingers find another
Whose hands are not cold
I hope only that the warmth of my heart in winter
Is a beat you will still hunger for in spring
My hope that time will make a mockery of these insecurities
Buds now, I hold my breath for her to bloom
Patience is a song unfamiliar to my fingers
A melody the ivory knows well
Will this be the music of the night
Or the song that you sing to wake me in the morning

The pine scent in your hair is a gift from the muse in the forest
These trees are ancient
They hold no ache that the sweetness of their sap running in the awakening will not sweeten beyond memory

You do not even ask for forgiveness
Expentance only
That I would forget your sins

Your lips were the fourth of July
In the way they left fireworks on my skin
What is one erratic burst
To the night sky
I don't care what the night sky thinks
Because it's everything to me

Bare naked to me the discomforts of your soul
And I will teach you, intimacy

There is nothing more beautiful
Than to give of yourself
To someone who has never been shown love before

You
So loyal
To your pain
Will you not
Even dare
Lift your head
For the sun to come up

Will my body forgive me
For the market I hold in her temple
Sins for a denarius
A farthing for a night under her tapestries
When you could be watching stars
Stars shine the same whether you clutch a ticket or a match
They love to be the last thing burning out at night
I am not close to their light
Burning seems of little consequence to me
Look upon the stars
Find them more patient than I in stamina
I more soluble in my regrets

The sun begins pulling cloud tears back from the earth
Agels whisper the innocence of the world into the atmosphere
The stratosphere knows nothing of our regrets
She does not see fingers crossed behind our backs
Knowing nothing of pennies given for promises
Promises given for free
Plastic coins for a lover
Nothing in my pockets for me

Hold your secrets under my skin
Knowing you let the night carry you away
You can take it back
These are the dreams in the desert
In the sun, under the mountains
Those who journey on foot
Knowing that knocking on doors means being turned away

My desire to cling to you
Is the cold that pushes you away
You are the oranges in the snow
A cold citrus kiss
I know your real name
With no courage to spit it out
These hands are clenched
No room for promises here
Between your fingers and skin
You grip regret so tight
One truth that will not abandon you
Biting not the hand that feeds
Go hungry
When a morsel is a memory
Dreams a feast to you
Regret devours all but bones

Anger has chosen your words for today
She is your strong horse
You will not bare the weight of the reins
A bit does not taste much of metal
When there is blood on your hands
Your prayer today
You have hope tomorrow, to hope for tomorrow
Time is a feather, fool
You give her flight for the price of falling
These coins in my pockets are for you
To make my steps lighter
A copper face is nothing
When you have seen the writing on the walls

e pluribus unum

they call me legion

How many hands will you give me
How many dealt
To count my sins on my fingers

misertus est enim stulti

stultus est misericordia sicut vilis ut eius precibus

When the walls speak will you listen

How sweet to be
The last thing I taste at night
The worm moon will not steal
My dreams of you
I will kiss you again in the morning

The sun found you first today
I will find you soon
Soon enough

When I come home
I will scatter my prayers, like petals
On the stone under which you lay
I promise for the dead
The living could not keep
Words in my head
Though it is my heart that does weep
Oh friend, at a fingertips length
My apology to the sky will you take
A home for you, not found on earth
My promises are of little worth

The whispers in the grass were not meant for your ears, they will find another home
You're whispers in the dark know me and they call me by name
The words woven in the night are worth much
Only to those who have heard them before
Their ears long for promises that come as dutifully as one calls up a storm
Those who are lain in the earth
Their bones remember, these charms have clung to their bones
They have not died with the clovers in the spring
They were meant for yet another season
Patience is a flower, and we will see her bloom, learn her petals, love her stem, watch the sun kiss her, the rain bathe her and the wind caress her as gentle as she can
Her neighbors know her, for the earth treats all in kind
Just as the sun kisses all in turn
The sun even knows the snow, while the words they share are short undoubted they are sweet enough to catch a sparkle in her light
Unliked the sonnets she sings to the equator
Oh the pride she has for these melodies
There is no lack of favor for the summer she brings
I am not as old as you once found me
Not the same as you once new me
Close to as foolish as one could believe
My moons have practical their dances beyond the rise
Their ways are for another nights mysteries

My ghosts know me
Better than your friends know you

My doubts find me in the night
Two and a thirty-nine will make it to the light
Here we lay twixt earth and sky
Here we sleep, here we lie

I was still dripping my ichor into the only ancient I had found as old as myself
Life seeps through the cracks in my skull, it seems the hum of my prayers has found you with its melodies in the dark
What would you taste that my words could not satisfy
What touch would bring you peace
That the eons in my mind have not already lain you to sleep and tucked you in
What is the edge, when this wanderer has only known falling, grasping for the stars all the way down
It seems to even the foolish that this love be undying in its shallows
As you swim from shore to shoal, that depths would make themselves known to you
With the ache of the earth and all her tears to comfort you
Oh skyline where you meet earth I will find you
This sacrifice has bought us sweet hours on the back of your silence
Coaxing fire from your lungs when I have been so calm
As your storm struggles to find its footing
These are the prints in the sand, these are the whispers for the wind
I will sing them to you, oh keeper of days still behind the lock

The hands of God
Dig into our world
Tearing her chest apart, in less than a tenth of the time it takes to beat a single note
What is dying than to be closer to the stars
Will I ever remember the sweetness of my own name

You dug it into my skin with your nails
That you would find my retributions deep within my skin
Only bones for your labors
Still my confession sits in the back of my throat
And none shall pass
Except the prayers my fear mumbles in foolish comfort
Like shadows across the moon
These words are wind and my inhibitions just leaves

When the rain comes down
To weep the ending of the world
The uncreating
You were in the womb
Will you cling to me
And such you came forth
Your heart so young in its beating
That your fingers curled around mine
You let liquor kiss your lips just so she could speak your honesty
Finding nothing for your troubles
Will you lay with me
Or is that your footsteps I hear retreating in the dark

My breath catches in my throat like the plunk of copper in a wishing well
We had dreams once, and I haven't slept so well since
I'm holding my breath, sinking to the bottom

Time doesn't always tell you what you wish you had know
It just a births a new fool, so that tomorrow someone will pay their 'I told you so' dues
Being with you was like standing in the middle of the road blindfolded with candy in my mouth
Dangerous, foolish, sweet and wishing a car would just hit me so it could be over
Having everything you ever wanted
Doesn't mean it's good for you
But peope are drugs and I'm an addict
Who hides on the top floor of their house in the summer as the rising heat steals my next breath from between my lip
As quickly as I conceive a kiss
My brain screams abort it
As I convince myself its not "that bad"
Because some people fall in love with volcanoes trying to convince the world that they are just misunderstood mountains
Until they erupt
And you aren't erupting, not yet
You are just simmering on your way to a boil and telling me that lava isn't that bad because I'm used to being cold
But eruptions don't care
If you are nice
Or kind
Or nice and kind and sweet and patient
They just want to devour every taste in one bite
Even if they are just going to spit it out
One day you will find me
To your misfortune, it will not be as I left

We carry our tension on the tops of our forearms
The wrinkles in between our eyes
And the right side of our sternum to even out the ache in our chest
I age as quickly as the sun can kiss me
Let her bathe me in all her light

Touching is not a sin
Within these pillars
The temple of my body, I call home.
There are no prayers to be found
Between the dryness of my lips
And where you left me
With the wetness of my eyes
Singing its hymn to the martyrs before

Their hands have gone cold
In the silence of my secrets
These martyrs knock their bones together
As if trying to make fire
Could turn back time
As if their ivory stamina
Could voice its plea
There is blood on the walls in their temples

I hear the foolish cry out
With a voice that has never known lack
That condemned buildings are only meant to be torn down
That the bricks of my house were meant to return to dust
Buried in the mortar of my memories, blown in the wind
Unbuilt with no remorse
Leaving mortar scars in the earth

If the walls of my temple could speak
Her concrete lips would part
Revealing timber teeth
If her tongue was not sewn shut with shame
She would begin with a whisper
For she has never brought her voice up from the basement before

Her breath, stumbling over the threshold finds its footing
A guttural cry makes its way forth
A voice that blows doors off its hinges
A voice that only does cosmetic damage
As it attempts to touch your heart
Where it has never been reached

The cornerstones
Begin to talk
You were told even the stones cry out
It is too late for them now and too dark
The sky was almost crying
The heavens on the verge of tears

It is too late
I came undone
Because you can't tether fingers
As much as I wanted to tie ropes
To the nerve endings of my extremities and pull with all my strength
Pull them back to my heart
So they could be safe
Feel safe
Carry to the grave
Words I could not whisper to you in the dark

What prayers could I offer
To a temple torn down in anger
What words would I give
To the grave of my being
Whose hymns still ring out
Into the night, crying
Dust to dust
Ashes to ashes

The trickle of my words
Is a river of pages
That have learned their bounds only in the temptation of the sun
What the day would not teach them
The moon bade unto them
One by one
The secrets of the stars
And how quickly you shine
When you know the sky
Even as the lights before my eyes
Learn their fading
As the last song to be sung
When the dandelions no longer yellow in their intentions learn to give themselves up to the wind
These are seeds of hope
May they be for tomorrow
When you have nothing left for today
As simple still, as hands held in the dark
You have learned the secret of the dust
Settling so quickly
While the feet of the remorseless still raise
What the sun looks upon only in shame
Her remorse says little
To the promises wound between the crossing of your fingers

I forgot how sweet your voice is
When even in my trembling
You speak to me with kindness
Even angels, long to look into these things
And yet in our humanity
It seems these days are just for us

Your blood
Is on the same hands
You promised rings too

Oh listen
With your heart
To a language your mouth cannot speak
My body will preach
Pouring out of my skin
Into the stars
Listen with your heart
Oh dreamer who is withheld from rest
That peace will find you
Where hope has left

Here I am
With my head between my hands
Trying to love you with the wrong blood type

I was hungry!
You were starving

Neither of us would slice up our stubbornness to feed the wolves in our minds
For fear
For fright
Of bleeding fingers
Doing anything to avoid our hands being shaken with teeth
They hurt
But drip little more
Than the ichor of the gods in the sky

Maybe it was just our part of the world caving in on its self
I screamed loud enough for all of us
I don't save much of my breath
For tomorrow's end of the world

For someone who could of passed as Christ
I've never seen anyone act less like God

Will you be my valentine?
The one who warms the hands of the broken hearted.

I am wanted by none
What good is plump fruit on the vine
If none pick it from the tree
It just spoils in the heat of the sun
No matter how sweet

I seldom put my ghosts to sleep
They are the spiderwebs of my consciousness
The martyrs in the back of my mind
Even they, in their dead wisdom
Don't want me to wake up

You know, even in all my honesty, I couldn't tell you if I do this **** right

She who is first and last of her name
Cries out!
She is lain in the earth, whom has longed to hold her again
As quickly as she is put to rest
Enveloped in her first love
How sweet is morning
When you know death will come

I wanted to give you words that you could bite into
Feel the sweetness on your tongue and maybe a little saltiness in your eyes
I wanted to tell you that you are a good friend
And somehow find the right words to match the logs you place in my stomach and light on fire
Just so I can feel the warmth in my heart

The world did not give you to me
But I hope you know that you do belong
We held hands together in the dark
We saw ghosts by the light of the lighthouse
But none as scary as the ones we both carry
In the back of our skulls
We are more than coffee *** friends
But we do not cry whisky tears
And old souls have a habit of finding each other
Even as they wait, laying on the floor, almost patiently, for the sun to rise

We bottled up the ashes of our young souls
Put them into the night
For the moon to drink herself happy
The róse of our youth
Oh sweet it is to those who never die

I think I woke up today
Just to hate all the songs on the radio
Yet somehow
I remain
Neighbors with to the emotionless

I was the last flower blooming in spring
Until your teaching
I knew not what leaving was
I boarded our boat
Set sail upon a sea of dreams
Darkness fell quickly
Our sea of dreams became nightmares
Our boat, stitched together with trust
Fell away, as we fell apart
Swimming in nightmares
Was not something I was prepared for
These are not the apple juice box memories of my childhood
This is a grown me, trying to find the right band aids
For the right wounds, always with the wrong people
Holding hands is warmth, I needed treading water
Holding my breath, for hours at a time
While the people who said they loved me, loved each other, and loved God
Screamed their ignorance into the walls of our house
Words fasten themselves to the studs of the walls, slip into the cracks of the floor
Ghosts you wanted in the middle of the night never sounded like this
Love is screaming.
A vibration engrained so deeply into me
Another layer in the crust of the earth
Love is screaming.

So, when you whispered your love to me in the water
I did not hear it
I did not learn listening
I did not think it was meant for me

little one
oh how you pepper me with questions
and this
this is the spice of life

maybe crawling to oblivion
was not the best idea
as dreams come
others go
yet so much is still the same
the space between us
it has not changed
the solidity that I had
in my resolution
while it wavers
is no more moved
than rocks buried in the earth
if I dug
so deep down, within my own self
I would find little more
than that I carry in the back of my mind
a little colder it might be
but oh the sun, would not touch such
for light brings much to sight
as much as time brings wisdom and understanding
to the back pocket of tomorrows toil
oh wanderer! that you would find peace
and that you would still journey
what more is beyond the hill
that would change a stone mind