Sometimes the greatest poetry…
Rage, silent storm;
Is the absence of any.
The quiet, heavy ladled
Only over the story..
You would tell, but refuse.
Respect me, or I will blow your memory like dust into the wind.
You do not deserve any acknowledgment from my breath.
Someday home will be a place
I never want to leave.
Right now it is pain and dark and
Jarring sunlit memories
Awash in blood and flame and joy,
I need to make myself
And fill my home with you.
Cut me down
Dig up these roots
Strip the ivy away
Let the sunlight into my core
Rip the bark off every branch
Gut me, drain me, peel off all my flesh
Til sap and blood rain down as flame.
End the poison settled in my crown
Tear out my thorny heart, embrace it as it screams
Hold together everything as you pull me all apart
Break up every clot, shatter every knot
I beg you to destroy anything you are not
May my weakness perfect your love
May my screams lift up your name
May my sorrow paint these stains away
And fill my blood with day.
Ignite in me your perfecting scheme
And make me more than this misery
You cannot touch the light in my eyes
Keep trying to find me, I’ll
The daylight is here and my fear
Should be gone
The darkness, like mist
Evaporates from the lawn
My star-gazing, sugar-cubes
Flung in the sky
The current of pain where the Milky Way lies
I should be whole and peaceful and still
Instead I choose tumult
and mudslicks, and the pills I abhor;
My hands gleefully wretched with dark oil-spills.
Let my heart still and stir the river no more.
What kind of life is this
I face the sunlight, cooling winds
The flowers bend, velvet petals
Floating laughter, joyful wells
Even when the sun is gone…
I discover, endless summer
Warmth to keep the winters