Season

For a brief time,
The sunlight will graze my eyes

And my words will haze and thrive

And the colors will paint my pain

Roses and thorns and stains

The grating will give way to whispers
The blossom will silence the scream

i will reflect on the stars and on wonder
(do you love her?)

Until the aching returns to my dreams. 

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I closed my eyes and the vision revived
Of the blood and burns on my flesh
Of the death pouring out of my head
Of all the burning and breath

I’m beautiful but I’m broken
And whoever loves me must relent
Must allow it

Must look away. 

What say you 

When you feel so alone
That even sorrow walks away
And you’re left to ache in hollow bone
Soul heavier than clay

Turn your face toward the rain
See each drop that falls
Insistent on its arcing path
In Silence through it all

The Loudness comes when raindrops die
Fall, a final splatter, cry
The Loudness crawls into your flesh
A barrage as loud as inner death

The demons march as heavily
On iron roofs as on your feet
Their silver tongues lash every light
And make the day-sky dreary night.

Wait beyond the first descent
The liquid screams as grasses dent.
Pay first — your attentions to the clouds —
Before the inner roaring debt.

Human

Please do not think you know me

Do not think you can read my eyes. 

I am far more wild and cold; your familiar manner I despise

No man could ever know my heart

For I’ve sent it far away; it resides in icy barricades beyond a frozen sea
No one will melt the frost

No one will touch my thoughts

I curl my lip in bitter distaste

All you know is my ivory face. 
Welcome to the savage realm where blood runs black like venom

I tear apart my own veins in disheartening disease

I need to breathe, I’m choking, please

Step far away from me. 

The fight 

What suffering could ever lead to light?

Why not rip the darkness to shreds and let it burn apart

Why not kill the sickly beasts and let the Lion reign again

I am sick of Your children wandering off, my sisters and brothers, lost

To the eternal night, either slaughtered or tortured or left to rot

Their hearts full of the dark they once ceaselessly fought. 

Spare me this sorrow and spare them this life

Full of distraught and terror and hate

Choking on oxygen riddled with poisons

Missing the clean air of grace. 
You hold the power, the only truth left

To wipe out transgressions and sickness and death

Oh Child, you say to me, can you not see?

That’s exactly what I’m doing, and I start to breathe

It’s starting with you,

It’s starting with me?

Go show them the light, they must come to me freely. 

All at once I understand

You are fighting the dark, you are holding my hand

I lost sight for a moment when the shadows crowded in

But I remember again; you were slain that we would be forgiven, and live!

That evil would perish instead. 


Soulsick

I ache inside by solemn knives

With wondering of tragedy;

Where does a woman, lonely, bide

As her killer stalks a block behind?
Where, distraught, do orphans, fraught

With dangers congregate?

To judge and buy or steal and lie

Just for a chance at life’s embrace?
Why, wicked, do the people live

And prosper; untouched, fine?

Why, righteous, do the prayers die

While Death our children kiss?
Why, evil has our throats bleeding

And somewhere, we’ve all given up

Why do we cry when eyes are dry

And laugh through rivers of blood?
Redeem us once again, o Light

And let us not despair.