jamesphoenix2
06-09-2005, 08:39 PM
okay, this is a little collection i put together that is supposed to tell a story of people falling in love, right before they have to part ways...
A DREAM (AND SHATTERED GLASS ON LINOLEUM)
(my past few months since meeting you)*
No Hell could be more Horrible than
The Real; the Now; the Here
PRELUDE
A Golden Angel
Peers dark eyed beneath a veil
Of brazen ringlets
She waves her hand & cities
Topple, shrugs her shoulders &
Armies fall, & she
Dances in a ring of fire;
Tossing flames of soft desire
IT KILLS ME TO THINK
Leanne, my darling
This is kind of like the end
& I guess I’m afraid
I’ll never see you again,
Soon all that I will have left,
a photo album,
of our short time together
alone in my head
THE SEDUCTION
Your eyes were dark orbs
Challenging me to enter
The Palace of Joy
& The Insane Theatre
so I succumbed, though absurd,
ran inside, mad flight,
committing myself to a journey
to the end of the night
EYES ARE…
Eyes are placid pools
Where Lovers bathe & mingle
Warm breeze & moonlight
Eyes are reflective mirrors
Wavering funhouse w/ tears
Eyes are darts speeding
Penetrating false armour
Left breathless, dead.
THE CURSE
I am a seer
I have IT, or so she says,
I’ll hold on to IT
Even though it will kill me.
Because when I fall, at that
Bleak horizon, the
Next holy Prometheus
Will carry IT on
There will be more; this self inflicted fate is not for me alone. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I am not on a death trip, its quite the polar opposite, really ( though in the end, I wont shy from you, Death old friend). I will experience life, & life will kill me. Out of a wild and frenzied joy, like the ritual post-mating cannibalism of the preying mantis.
Better to have been everything at once, than nothing at all.
WRITER’S BLOCK (WOULD YOU PLEASE HELP ME)
I am perfectly
Locked inside myself, but I
Feel the universe
Functioning, calling me out
“You’re alive, don’t you feel it?”
I answer meekly…
Quick, pull me by the hair,
& light! The doors fly open
& the sun blinds me
I topple over
Convulsing in my madness
NIGHT (A BEATIFIC INTERPRETATION)
When Night comes creeping
Hush hum of city sleeping
A thick velvet cloth
Over city antennas
Loose forms lurking, alleyways
-veins of the great beast
Moon, bloody, watchful gremlin
Air heavy, like eyes
BRIEF VISIONS OF BEAUTY
(I try to hold on, but it keeps slipping away)
She dips her soft hand
Into a pool of desire
& Wishes congeal,
Coagulating, jell-like.
As they pass thru her fingers
They turn to honey
Melting golden on smooth skin,
Dripping destitute
SHATTERED GLASS ON LINOLEUM
Leanne, my darling
This is the end of soft days
& I guess I’m afraid
That we’ll be lost forever,
Wandering mad & naked
Down hungry pathways
Farther from home, now just a
Shattered, Lonesome Dream
CLOSING
Say a soft American Prayer
Beneath city light’s luminous stare
She was a princess
He was a monster
& No one could save her
A DREAM (AND SHATTERED GLASS ON LINOLEUM)
(my past few months since meeting you)*
No Hell could be more Horrible than
The Real; the Now; the Here
PRELUDE
A Golden Angel
Peers dark eyed beneath a veil
Of brazen ringlets
She waves her hand & cities
Topple, shrugs her shoulders &
Armies fall, & she
Dances in a ring of fire;
Tossing flames of soft desire
IT KILLS ME TO THINK
Leanne, my darling
This is kind of like the end
& I guess I’m afraid
I’ll never see you again,
Soon all that I will have left,
a photo album,
of our short time together
alone in my head
THE SEDUCTION
Your eyes were dark orbs
Challenging me to enter
The Palace of Joy
& The Insane Theatre
so I succumbed, though absurd,
ran inside, mad flight,
committing myself to a journey
to the end of the night
EYES ARE…
Eyes are placid pools
Where Lovers bathe & mingle
Warm breeze & moonlight
Eyes are reflective mirrors
Wavering funhouse w/ tears
Eyes are darts speeding
Penetrating false armour
Left breathless, dead.
THE CURSE
I am a seer
I have IT, or so she says,
I’ll hold on to IT
Even though it will kill me.
Because when I fall, at that
Bleak horizon, the
Next holy Prometheus
Will carry IT on
There will be more; this self inflicted fate is not for me alone. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I am not on a death trip, its quite the polar opposite, really ( though in the end, I wont shy from you, Death old friend). I will experience life, & life will kill me. Out of a wild and frenzied joy, like the ritual post-mating cannibalism of the preying mantis.
Better to have been everything at once, than nothing at all.
WRITER’S BLOCK (WOULD YOU PLEASE HELP ME)
I am perfectly
Locked inside myself, but I
Feel the universe
Functioning, calling me out
“You’re alive, don’t you feel it?”
I answer meekly…
Quick, pull me by the hair,
& light! The doors fly open
& the sun blinds me
I topple over
Convulsing in my madness
NIGHT (A BEATIFIC INTERPRETATION)
When Night comes creeping
Hush hum of city sleeping
A thick velvet cloth
Over city antennas
Loose forms lurking, alleyways
-veins of the great beast
Moon, bloody, watchful gremlin
Air heavy, like eyes
BRIEF VISIONS OF BEAUTY
(I try to hold on, but it keeps slipping away)
She dips her soft hand
Into a pool of desire
& Wishes congeal,
Coagulating, jell-like.
As they pass thru her fingers
They turn to honey
Melting golden on smooth skin,
Dripping destitute
SHATTERED GLASS ON LINOLEUM
Leanne, my darling
This is the end of soft days
& I guess I’m afraid
That we’ll be lost forever,
Wandering mad & naked
Down hungry pathways
Farther from home, now just a
Shattered, Lonesome Dream
CLOSING
Say a soft American Prayer
Beneath city light’s luminous stare
She was a princess
He was a monster
& No one could save her