Silence

Figures of lamenting dreams
The slumber lost to age
And what was thought to be
Was sought to free the truth
Hidden beneath the saviors
Of the musicality of youth
Oh, what nights have murdered
The nightmares we dream of

In her Underworld
Spiders play her tune
Her humble reign heals
Nostalgic remnants
In her Underworld
She's so fast, so cruel
In her Underworld
She's just broken glass

What constant fervor have
Solved such winded ways?
Is change change at all
If change is all she’s had?
Living between hurried gasps of
Idle smoke-screen machines
Oh, how we surrender
To nightmares we dream of

In her Underworld
Spiders play her tune
Her humble reign heals
Nostalgic remnants
In her Underworld
She's so fast, so cruel
In her Underworld
She's just broken glass

--

Climbed your two-tone smile
Leapt across a lover’s lie of
Words escaping pad-locked kisses
The fiction you swore upon
Is it true you’re stifled?
Is it true you’ve saved
All the trite of your hidden ways?

--

Sucking up the sky
In wisps of sacrament
Leaning together to
Trap the lightning kiss
Children mustn’t devour
What’s left of suffrages
So sweet, so mild
So barren in their years

As much as she thinks
Nitrate dreams dissolve
These blue skies turned
Her black with envy
And what’s left is all
She had in the beginning

Whites spiders rolling from
The tongues of her guilt
Effigies burning bright
In the gut of her grace
Children mustn’t devour
Such creed of calamity
So feared, so loved
So arid in these times

As much as she thinks
Nitrate dreams dissolve
She’s bottled the shears
Of warnings she’s ignored
And what’s left is all
She had in the beginning

--

Healed for nothing better
Than the heart stain you fled
Spat the shit of make-believe
The fairy tale ending you fought
Is it true you’re stifled?
Is it true you’re staid
From the boredom of wonderment?

--

If I were dead
Would you be listless?
Would that jagged heart
You claim to release
Be beating all the same
Or would you unbridle
What you’ve tucked away?

Men in lemon lab coats
Trapping thunder
Leaning together
And short of breath
Screaming at the weather
It never quits raining

You counted each flake
That fell inside your fleeting
Abyss of all you’ll need
Where were your heroes
You claimed to worship?
Where were your spiders
You claimed to eat?

Men in lemon lab coats
Trapping thunder
Leaning together
And short of breath
Screaming at the weather
It never quits raining

She counted each flake
That fell inside her
She counted each flake
That fell inside her
She counted each flake
That fell inside her
She counted each flake
That fell inside her

--

Boiled festers of youth
Buried in the trenches dug
To be devoured by fate
The hunger of the unscathed
Is it true you’re stifled
Is it true you’ve saved
Every bit of sentimentality?

--

Despite the ever-lasting
The last desires of her heart
And for all her synthetic flesh
What’s too true is too far away
Who wouldn’t save this child
From all she has borne?
Who wouldn’t find this child
A thousand stars to call her own?
What is lost is found
What she lost is home

 

i enjoyed this immensely.....
thank you for sharing....

 

Silence is Understanding. Contradictive Unification. The Mouth Of War With Jagged Teeth. The Name Of Consumation Is Paradox.

Much Love

 

this poem left me saying "oh my god"...it was truly amazing...the cadence and style were awesome...very good...