Tag Archives: Beauty

The Spinning Wheel

If all the world knew what it cost to keep us spinning
around the corners of last year and the roads ahead
what would they say if they knew the words I spoke?
or the time I needed
what would they use to tie the chords of my soul?
aside from that which carries me home, your thread
my ruse conceded
say no more to the time it took for me to write this
I come to you in hours dire
the world is shattered and my mouth is fire
my time has ended
my love
befriended
the stars I have sought in this life of mine
they faded years before
we are out of this world now
and out of time
the message you seek has found no meaning
it is just that, a message
death comes to all; it is beauty untold
fingers of fear fall from my lips
as I sing to you of a world I once knew
a world I once ventured to
oh if you only felt the pain I would swallow
and the time it took for my heart to catch up to you
if the gods could write poetry, their words would be familiar
they would write of your hair
your eyes
and the smile that cut the cosmos
to say you are a merely a woman would be a fallacy
but to say you are not the fairest
would be untrue

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Where the Heart Is

If I could take a thousand pills and swallow them with all your ills, with all your dreaming dark deceit, I’d label that a godly feat. A task unknown to all that walk, to all that dream, and all that talk. To all the angry, ancient folk, that suffer still under the yoke. If I could take a thousand steps, away from you and all your tests. I’d find no solace in this world, no shell to shield, no wall to fold. No matter under the divine, to find and face my Valentine, to love your lace and all its kind, in body, soul and sullen mind. If I could find the words to speak, to all the faces that I seek, to all the places I have been, with all the hatred I am in. And all the balance broken down, from the worlds I’d wandered in my town, through all the tears that struck the ground. I’d still fall back in love with you, and then bring forth the golden rule. That love is childish, cruel and vain. A boring, blinding, barren game. A feud of fortune favoured still, by those that find no home, or hill. There is no place, nor time and truth, to love thyself, and still be true. With bated breath and hatred spent, I find the words to pay the rent. To mark the days until I slumber, deep in peril, hearts encumber. Heaven rests on tiny wings, born of brimstone, fellish things. Carrying Life and Death in dreams, to wonderment and eldritch beings. If I could mask my love for you, in darkest night and hellish view. I’d spin a web of laughing chaos, to wax and wain, to whisper true. And all the lies we’ve told ourselves, all the flies we’ve burned in hell, all the wisdom, all the woe, will rain red ribbons down on you.

Autumn Fire

In the stillness of an autumn sunset
I find your face to be most mesmerizing
the colours mar your beauty as it comes into the light
and there are remnants of scars, from the past you’ve left behind
eyes of dark dreaming and amber skies
the type that appears in empty corridors, and sombre alleyways
I am frozen in doubt
still you mock me with your voice
unsurprising
moonlight beaming, red and white flakes in the evening
why do I wait
when I know that you are sleeping
like the colourless hand that wipes your tears
I find myself in agony
and all this occurs in the heartbeat of an instant
while the time we had falls down, dying
bleeding
in the quiet of your jaded heart, I find the fires of the sun
reborn from ashes of another
and then again, another one
time passes as my heart begins to wither
your memories are there
but the world remains bitter
the thought of loss and the ending of all
the drive we took, the wind in the trees
your laughter, my surprise, when you stumbled
and fell
all those moonlit walks we never had
and your smile, the result of a joke I’d never tell
seasons change but the heart does not
colours fade
but the strings still knot
as autumn falls to woodland grace
and your silhouette becomes my mirror
the writing speaks of all the times
not of love, not of lust, not of magic beans
or dinner
but of truth in life
and of the things we shan’t forget
that beauty stays
and these summer nights will last forever
so promise me one little thing
a little favour to repay
say you’ll smile for a timeless sunset
on that fateful day
when I find your favourite song
and decide to walk your way