Life’s unforgiving emerald eye
Its stare weighs upon my open heart
The forbidden touch of an angel
A crime for which I shall never be pardoned
It is the blood helplessly racing through my narrow veins
Screaming at my ephemeral existence
Praying for truth to be negotiable
Pounding on a sound that never answers
Kissing the cold lips of a faceless stone
All these frivolous gestures
Contained protectively within my own beating heart
They are not my final pleas in an all too fragile dream
They are my only conviction
Housed within tears and sweat
Within everything that is fleeting or lost
Within every self imposed lie
And yet they transcend what is possible,
Provable and sure.
Always the eye will linger
No pulse
No blood
No dreams
Except for that which I endow upon it
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Steel mist in a twilight dawn
I wake from impossible dreams
To wade through somber realities
My shallow frame
Unable to pierce through the oppressive atmosphere
A molasses consistency that promises neither choice nor decree
Ahead a sign of pure renewing light comprises my fear
Yet blinds my fatigued eyes into disappointed yearnings
“I do not wish to be here
I have not yet chosen the delicate warmth of hope
Have not accepted what is preferable
Over what feels significant”
Nerve endings ponder my damp skin
Interprets reality like a long sharp blade
I am drenched in the tears of my patronage
Drowned in the cage of my iniquity
Laid to rest in the prison of my own choosing
Because I could not see through that mist
Could not contemplate your open hand
Could not appreciate your persistent invitation
Could not imagine anything better than the cosmos I left behind
An entire universe of one.
With a silent turn I refuse everything
In the hopes of maintaining a needless pursuit
Of an empty darkness I will never again reach
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Helping hands of bliss made of garden greens with a lovely kiss
This is the subtle image upon my waking eyes
I am no longer me
Gone is the thin porcelain façade of a stifled dream
I am the root that embraces an imperfect world
The bud that sings of soft imperceptible assurances
The gentle leaf trembling joyously for a belated ray of sunshine
A warm thought relieving full and heavy pours
Holes closed by a once crushing obsession
Like an all consuming tidal wave of the soul
Tempered by the precious ripple of honest faith
There are no more martyrs on the boundaries of passion
No more rebellion from a seemingly compromised contentment
No more illusive contemplations of the self
There is only your patiently waiting caress
A connection unblemished from reason or purpose
A vitality absent of self-depreciating contempt
And when I am plucked from this healing soil
When my fruit is but nourishment for the heartbroken wonderer
When existence is contained forever within an intangible expression of love
I will finally let go of all that I ever was
And stay here with you forever
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