Tag Archives: Lost

The Empty Vessel

My life never goes according to plan
I doubt it was ever meant to
I find myself moving to the pulse of a beating heart
It is not mine; it is not yours
Nor the beating of the unborn
It gives me the chills when I think about it
What could have been, were we not meant for ruin
What could have been
If the stars were not meant to burn

At times I find myself flowing from day to day
In a mindless stupor
What are these things that speak to me
In the daylight
Empty arms crossed for broken down motorcycles
Lost along the road to a barren farm
In the twilight
There are no more cigarettes for those that smoke them
No anger
And no more lies for the ones that choke them
No tears for my love, or the stillborn children

I see only sky, in this world of disbelief
Truth take me, for I am a lost cause
My past berates me, in this sullen form that I have become
We drive down roads that make no sense
Forested avenues
To places that charge no rent
To faces that we dare not see, we dare not speak
We dare not live in this time of the meek

And then the mist flows in
We are lost once again to the barren hills of eternity
And all this light fades, because of you
Because of me
The war paint dries and our bodies fall down
Into worlds of ruin and divination
Into a chorus of plastic bags and empty cupboards
Walk with me now, as the world fades around us

Truer words have never been spoken
Like the day we talked for the first time, this time
The pulse quickens, and I find myself reeling
Pain to the ear, the words sting as the end draws near
I come to you in your dreams
Forested avenues appear again
And we are driving to a town we’ve never seen

Dark forms hover over the many graves
Of the men you’ve killed
The hearts I’ve stolen
In them we find our forgotten selves
And no words spoken
No harm done I guess

All I wanted was a token

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Novalis Cosmia

I move through the worlds you know
Through the eyes you claim to be
Painlessly
I sew the mind strings of all that would falter
To know one another
To pierce the film that surrounds us
With needles of light and indeterminable value
I move from your lips to the earth
To make shut that which would ruin you
That which would scar you

The heart alters all that is real
The mind falters only, when we feel

Through gardens of black bamboo and bramble
I cut a path
Trouble not your mind
There is room for two
In this journey
I am a master, but you’d rather run free
No lies penetrate the forest

There are no gods here
If we’re being honest

Forgive my madness, I know not the cause
Nor the chaos that cures
If such a thing exists
Rarities desist
Not only in the soul
Not wanting to love, not wanting to feel
Or need a new verse to hate
I know

The wheel turns and the hour is late
All we hear today is laughter
No sadness or solace
And no depth in the life that comes after
No song to sing to the little ones
No bread to break
The curtain closes faster

I am not the writing on the wall
The cave draws in
Your mind screams, and you are thin
You are encased in the iron
Man of flesh, child of Zion
Women call from the wilds of space
And we are lost to portals
As the Ion

Find peace and know that the world is ended
As you know it
As we are thrown from it
Nothing is true, and nothing is falsified

The world is veiled
And the monsters are deified

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