Of Fairy Tales
and Fables
And what I knew of life and love
Was washed away with the trace of a razor blade
And as the blood runs down like so many tears before
I see the path I've chosen
Laid out like the scars that trace my wrist and thighs
A map of my misery, a map of release
If only I was told different,
Given a clue beyond fairy tales and fables
Of “ I love you” spoken on soft summer nights
If I knew of the pain, of the nights I spent trying to fix
What I have broken, trying to hold what ever was left
Of the pieces together with nicotine and liquor
With memories and forever and a day
With the fear of being alone
And what I knew of life and love unfolds, unravels…
Letting go, moving on, staying in place
All the same empty space
Behind my heart inside my soul…
-SEA
Track and Field
Track and field, blood and silver
Watch the slow rise of his chest, the shortening of his breath
And here no one goes, and comes back the same
Or comes back sane…
You don't know yourself until you go this far
He says, you don't know the truth of who you are
His philosophy distorted does not disturb me
I know the light at the end of the tunnel
The release at the end of a needle
And it bleeds into me, relieves me
And what he says is true, and what he says is pure
As the blood rises to the surface, and I dissolve
Against skin and lips, against hands that push me down
What is fear, what is love, what is reality
What is right and wrong
Except ones own perception, rules and regulations
Track and field, blood and silver
Watch the slow rise of my veins against leather
Watch the slow rise of the sun, and all it touches
Turns to gold, another dawn, another morning
The endless pursuit for lost clothing, and words
Awkward against the silence, searching for a farewell
But it comes out as “thanks”
Wonder if we really shared something last night
Know why he always wears long sleeves
But don't know why he can't kiss me goodbye
Track and field, blood and silver
And here no one goes and comes back the same…
-SEA
The body by the village well
Woe!
Knelt to tell truth:
It will KILL you.
Scraps of cloth carried in dust
Away from cracked flesh.
Woe!
-Damian |
Addiction My,
You fed me
Controlled
eating away
exposed decay
you fed my addiction
you fed my
piece by piece
left to drain
brain feels pain
withdrawl
basket case again
existing internally
eviscerated
you fed my addiction
you fed my
created in the cage
you fed my
asking not to be judged
left in depravity
trapped in the gears
demise graphic depiction
cells aching
bleeding from the mouth
bruising the infection
failing the affliction
gritting tooth and nails worn away
you fed my
you fed my addiction
- JAE
A popcorn cieling
walls forming 90 degree angles
the entrails of last night cover me
a stinking septic blanket
woven from youth and beauty
Panic !
another wake up
in my tiny cepia tinted life support system
a flash of memory floods the forebrain
memories I do not own
the antiquated future , crutches made
out of latin titled chemical compounds.
torch songs sung to a nodding world
in a sensory elimination machine that
they once called the western world
media the lung coating pollen ,
drifting in from some intercontinental ballistic goldenrod.
an allergic species , permanently crippled ,
bearing crosses of digitally remastered disease .
tune in the box , uncork a fresh bottle of apathy ,
and microwave some love .
the silence is consuming me .....
-unsigned, untitled
Last Thoughts Man Dying
German Sanatorium 1933
In that drawing room
As a child,
And the white dress
She was wearing,
And gently laying
His head
To rest in her lap
Those afternoons
That seemed to last forever
-Damian |
