Tag Archives: Men

The Concrete River

unbutton your shirt strings young magister
remove your boots, remove your eyes, retract thy roots
loosen your lingering thoughts and be still
let slip your hands from the cool neck of love
take a step back into your mind
where you are standing beside yourself as you fade
from memory
undress now young blasphemer
the world watches you
no coats, no cars, no mirrors for the scars
the cool hues and blind blues of the music you listen to
they soothe you now in the growing row of all the noise
all the poise, let go of it, all the lies, get rid of it
turn the terrors of the night into pages of memory
leave them there in time, feel that energy
feel it simmer, burn through the holes in your body
endless light, a distant glimmer
no tunnels to run through at the speed of life
no rules or endless fools in the world to hurt, to bruise
they sing praise down upon you, the bring pain to construct you
listen as the night burns the fur
your clothes are in a heap, mocking you
your body begins to creak, as the cold covers you
the valkyries, blind with mistrust, they hover, motionless
their sons, daughters, brothers, boneless
deathly spectres come to assess you
a dull blanket is thrown over
your friend, the moon above blows a kiss
and deaths daughter approaches
you have lifted the veil that has covered the world
dressed in black ember, with voices trapped in tar
the men and women now flood the streets
they envy you, they mimic you, they lust for you
mistrust, i do
clothes come off, fear is bought
loyalty lies where the dead would roam
and all we have now is an ocean of thought
caress the notion
no boots to put on, no coat to cover our eyes
no socks for the chill
and there lie the strings of you shirt
removed before you were born
by those that would love you and mourn
distant voices ring out again
music dulls
empty nests and a state of undress
love the night, for it builds you up
to test

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Suffer The Little Children

he stood there on the forest wall
staring at the stars that fall this time of year
living through all the fires that call
we hear
speaking words that flow silently beyond
all that we can and will respond
to
over and over
again we come to the reason
conclusions of the season to you
spiritual words make no sense anymore when these things
appear
we do so revere these words
these chilling thirds and fourths
as they course through the bloodlines
our voices hoarse from crying
screaming at all that bring the dying
the only eye left is blind to the world
the suffering
justice no more in light of pale chanting
women bloodied and laughing
muddy waters rife with death and drugged children
left with emptiness and gun control
all we think about at night is
when will i die
when does this sick cycle send us forth to send the returner
the curtain caller
the dark fantasies of pale courtesans and opiates
dark dealings in the corner of copias
dystopian wonder is all
that’s the real concept we cannot will not shall not
give not want not understand not what you don’t got
close the door on the future and end the program
the rich get poorer each day as the poor bring calamity to the door
and hey
walk on that line of chalk as you trace the words you caught yesterday
the doors you open every day
will break before you get to May
goodbye and die and again and again
the earth is sorry my friend
we’ve lived and died in a world that won’t try
we’ve kissed the sky with our moonlight cry
all the while we’ve nodded in unison
shaken heads at the human clutter
broken our bread with the gods of society
these gods they stutter
let go and be gone from the cycle you make
only then will you listen to the words that will quake
in the minds of the wondering
the hearts of the needy
be still and fall prey to all that is chill
be strong in the night for your family dear
be cool in the school that the drugs cannot near
then you’ll get it
then you’ll stand trial with the people who let it
the people who got it but couldn’t be gotten
the men and babes that let the chaos cave
the order craves
be still my son
be calm and run
go be free good child with the daughters
the animals and callers
reappear as we once did my dear
find the place we call the land
and maybe then
God will understand