Black Knife Through Heaven
Her shaded vault
A black knife through the heavens
Breached gravity
Helpless to starve
Her comet footed déboulés
Quickened to triphammer stun
The heavenward bullet
Of her sultry wrestle
With hiccuping zephyr
Sheeted in Hadean armoury
A black rainbow baptism
As her skin flakes to mist
Under nerves courting spark
Sluiced out from netted flesh
A blizzard of psalm freed from the dirge
The breathless crowd
Mounted butterflies
A riot of trilled charge
Hung on the untamable fever
Of her torrid romance with entombed air
Her crimson ribbons
Laced through a plot of ebony
A dewy tangle
After her broken swan bow.
Let Me Smile
The demon lives in a dark room
Forming my wretched thoughts
The demon dances in a red dress
Seductively insisting mental rot
The demon rejects any emotion
To protect me from…well, myself
But is it the lacking inside that is real
With the yearning for blood that I felt
I pretend to be someone I am not
Sometimes it’s easier just to disappear
Everyone’s else’s lives look like a movie
Put on display for me to see and hear
One day, the demon will let me smile
Passing from languid rejection to glee
One day, the demon will lose his grip
And I won’t have to pretend to not be me
The Plan
I plan to live each day
As if tomorrow didn't exist.
I plan to create a tomorrow
That doesn't include my fist.
I plan to make a name for myself
That can carry me a lifetime.
I plan to make sure that I'm
Heard within every lifeline.
I plan to treat myself with respect and dignity even when it's rough.
I plan to teach the laws of love
To my grands no matter how tough.
Because life shows no promises
Nor lead you to regrets.
Life is only what you make it,
you have to wing the rest.
Still beating
And when you're
barely breathing
dressed in starlight
are you... still grateful
for this life,
this Life
the life you're
wearing out
side in
the one
that lets you
make-
believe
and take the good
and the bad in
and leaven it,
into a person
floating, in space
between the almost
dead and risen?
12.19.2024
Listen... challenge @dctezcan
First Time Lover, Long Time Listener.
I miss the void
that you have filled with the loveliness of your presence.
I miss the responsibility to loneliness
Versus the upkeep of
loyalty
and I miss the empty smirks and meaningless flirting
versus the threat of
lifelong ownership.
I’d miss you too, if you were
to fade.
But the void would welcome me with open arms and flowers
Just the same as you.
