Sometimes there’s not much to say
and yet the silence speaks volumes.
All the words you’ve left unspoken,
letters unsent, flowers undelivered…
The mute phone says all I need to know
about how much I mean to you
and how much you really miss me.
“My daddy says that sex is a sin,”
she spoke in a huff.
“And only those who’ve wed
under God Almighty
should engage in it.”
And he replied,
“Well my dear,
it sounds like your father
hasn’t sinned in a very long time
and all that frustration
has soured his tongue.”
Sorry but I can’t
hear you over the sound of
all my awesomeness.
Words come tumbling from my throat
like endless, rolling waves
until I add ink to my voice
and the river dries up.
Grief is an ugly thing
as is rage
and hate
and obsession.
But with clear, steady eyes
we can see the shape
of our own hearts
and fear no darkness.
I’m tired of the excuses –
the little white lies
that bury the truth:
that no matter what you say,
you just don’t have the courage
to fight for the things
you claim to believe.
You God-damned, fucking coward.
Long into the twisted wood,
past the oak and branch and briar;
deep into the gath’ring dark,
past the circle of your fire.
Further than the distant stars,
twinkling beyond the sky;
deep into your very heart
where you hide behind your lies.
Past the heavens and the earth
and the realms of men and God;
you, who seek out happiness,
onward, onward must you trod.
She’s no stranger to the flame
and the way she says your name
sets your blood boiling inside
and makes you flush with pride.
And when she goes to dance,
it’s with simple elegance
and a touch of the grace
that hides behind her face.
I wandered through the market
again today…
My restless eyes perused,
not the worldly wares,
but the faces and the frames
of the people passing by
in search of someone
from a half-remembered dream.
“All of the tomorrows and yesterdays meld,
and rekindling of souls from
a tomorrow’s glance.
I caught your words
on the wind,
Your scent
on the breeze,
now all I need is the realization
of a strangers face.”
You’re in this city somewhere;
I can feel it…
I checked the park this morning
but I’ll investigate again.
Some strange restlessness
has afflicted me of late –
pushing, pushing, ever pushing,
ravenous for reprieve.
“Something draws me to the unfamiliar parts of the city,
where the lights are hidden in the trees,
the surrounding faces whisper,
the leaves fall from the trees of the park.
I’ve never known you,
I’ve never felt you,
Yet I know you’re here, somehow.
The familiar face in an unfamiliar dream,
you are the truths that sustain me.
If only I knew where you were.”
– this work in a collaboration with the lovely Violet-words, who wrote the quoted sections above.
Goddamn frustration
for all the words inside me
that have no outlet.
A (wise) man of two faces 