Let It Flow

Blood Siren

How many times I have nearly surrendered

To the blade’s gleaming seduction,

To the turn of blood flowing unwarmed,

No longer concealed by the lustrous flesh, 

That skin so pallid, casting out a sheen by the sun.

White as a bleached handkerchief,

The one that is used to seal off the wound,

To hold back the torment and to stagger the dolore.

No longer a virgin anymore, 

That title now has been lost, 

The siren’s beckoning has won,

Here now she does indeed triumph,

Her trail of red tears not likely to ever be undone. 

Chains of Madness

More than anything, I like the sound of my pen as it scratches away. Scratch, scratch, oh please keep on. Thoughts from the head into a reality. Words. Progress. Development. I, the alchemist, that converts such feeble emotions, long diving thoughts, into an object. One that you can hold in your hands, one that you may scoop up before you and grasp tight. It is yours now. Help me relieve this burden. Off I unload these layers of metal, iron and bronze. An undistinguishable weight. And now, it is yours. 

Crown of Fallen Petals

I knew you that night, 

But your face seemed all wrong.

Yet your words, oh your cries,

Recognize them I did indeed.

Your fingers were gripped firm,

But your palms were too sweaty,

The pull and the fall

Had already begun.

I held tight to my heart,

Though upset it had been,

Something seemed right.

Ignore all things amiss.

It was you, you,

There ahead of me,

Inside, I had held you,

If only in my head,

Let it now be the crown of our tale,

To be worn on your head,

For you have arrived! 

Yes, spring is here!

And even as the last petals return to the soil,

I shall never grow cold again. 

Running Cold

The bottle is loose,

Its contents unveiled. 

One

Never enough,

Two 

Sure to fail.

Another for the neighbor, 

One more for my father, 

God rest his soul,

As he carries on living,

In his coffin nailed shut.

Downfall

Daddy, Daddy,

You once had been a father,

You’d held love in your arms,

And smiled your sorrows away,

You’d worked to provide,

Provided a home, a nest for your heart.

But that heart shattered,

As did its nest,

And then went the home,

And then followed your love.

Daddy, daddy,

Oh you once had been a father, 

But you’re not much of anything now. 

Past Due

A repetition of letters echoing in the dark,

Words once familiar, oh what are you now?

If it is not in my head,

Then it lies on my tongue. 

I hear it often, but touch it far less.

Madness, despair, such emotion I do hold. 

Oh daddy, dear father, let the clocks wind back,

The hours stitch together my heart,

And the days hold me in their arms.

Daddy, daddy, my cries in the day left unanswered,

My tears in the night unseen. 

Do you hear me now?

Does my voice call into your dreams?

May it bring you to tears,

Yes, down onto your knees.

Let your lips touch the sweet earth.

May they finally know what your eyes see.

For I’ve wound my clock up firm Daddy. 

There’s moments in every hour ahead for me. 

Days shall be my one allotted luxury. 

Heavenly Bodies

Can you hear its sweet whisper?

Does it call out your name?

I feel its presence,

I recognize its dying splendor.

Here  now, it goes! 

Again with that same tune,

Crashing into my soul,

Spilling through my fingertips.

A connection formed, a friendship made,

If only for a moment,

If only just to tease,

Seduce me once again dark beauty,

Bring me home on my knees. 

Tus(k)an Blues

Show me them lovelies, 

Fix em’ up right, 

Flash them over here,

Make the stars seem dingy

And the moon not quite bright.

Make them flashy, even fake,

Play the part with them,

Convince them all 

As you cry.

Who cares what you’re feeling,

Let those tears fall on down,

Just don’t shut that mouth,

Don’t ever end the show.

Let the white doves keep flapping,  

Peace and happiness I do believe,

They shall live on, 

Attached and quite firm,

Set to out live you,

The only reminder left. 

You once were here,

Before your sweet death. 

Ravaged

My heart left broken,

Couldn’t that be enough? 

Fine, go on, take you share,

Rip my skin open,

Roll it in glass,

Make me consume my own litter, 

Force me to bow down my head,

You’ve taken it all, can’t you see? 

There’s nothing worthy left.

I have been consumed,

Torn to shreds, 

Leave me here bleeding,

Forget your transgressions.

The world has already

Taken me for dead. 

Solicitation

My legs are now closed,

Fruits for the taking no more.

My heart beat steadies, 

Yes, yes, this is quite lovely,

Roaming in this world,

Pretending to be so happy,

I’ll smile for you, even give you a laugh,

You’ll say I’m not trying,

Well screw you,

I’ll have that next drink.

Celebrate my victory, 

Blur out your mistakes.

I’m here! I’m here! 

Out of my castle, out of the cave,

Don’t you see what this means? 

I’m making a good attempt as any! 

You’re alone in your head, you say,

A prison up in there, don’t you see?

You’ll fall below the soil like this,

All flirtations with the sun shall die! 

Alone, yes, perhaps, you are quite wise. 

Wise indeed, I do believe,

For it seems better to soar up to the heavens,

Then die here along with you.