Posts Tagged ‘love’

Take me away,
Off into the sunset,
Skirting the ivory clouds,
And soaring above the azure carpets below,
Aboard a vessel of aeronautical freedom,

About to take off!

To see distant cities,
To rest on foreign sands and savannahs,
To lay eyes upon pagodas and itzas,
To bear witness,
To love and romance in alien tongues,

What a view!

Less a holiday,
And more a liberation,
Would you take me away?
I long to be elsewhere,
Or will I remain on the runway?

Wheeeee!

I once knew a vibrant soul,
A beautiful friend to all,
A wife and parent,
A mother bear,
A woman of boundless love,

We were not privy to her whole life,
But she exuded love and peace,
She supported so many of us,
Helped shoulder our mental weights,
Fondly indefatigable,

She left us,
Perhaps for a greater purpose,
Perhaps needed elsewhere,
To join the cosmic bulwark,
Against the evils of the universe,

She was a humble shieldmaiden,
But now she’s a valkyrie,
An ascended warrior,
A heroine of legend,
Rest in Valhalla my friend.

I died many moons ago,
A forgotten yesteryear,
A summer of discord,
Stinking heat of golds and silvers,
All burns and bugs,

I amble these haunted houses,
And cemetery streets,
Shadowed by a convoy of corpseflies,
Just a walking dead,
A dusky cadaver,

Invisible to most,
Save for those of a similar spiritual leaning,
Bumping into the unwary,
Shrieking banshee tunes,
A miserable poltergeist,

I’m a wraith,
What killed me?
It’s hard to say,
Memories can be eerie mirages,
But I believe it resemebled Eros.

Despite my unseemly form,
Writhing with inadequacies,
I was once a romantic at heart,
A passionate bard,
Singing the praises of my loves,
Seeing the light in the dark,

But it wasn’t to last,
One night was a turntable,
You came to me,
A snide succubus,
A bloody mary,
Lashing flames of erotic venom,

You meant only ill,
Your words brought me a stinging sensation,
As if needles pierced my lips,
Sewing my mouth shut,
You rendered me mute,
Voiceless,

After that hellish night,
My tongue shall never again utter romance,
I speak only with these inked words,
I’d need a scalpel,
To return my joy,
A glasgow smile of sorts,

Truth be told though,
It’s not worth severing these threads.

My girl,
You have an inferno about your aura,
You’ve got bridges to burn,
Past errors and trysts to incinerate,
Memories for the pyre,

I watch you set your explosives,
A vessel for your reformation,
Full of rageful gunpowder,
Shrapnel of past insults,
Souls past are just collateral damage,

You look away,
Perhaps to shield your dewy eyes,
Or perhaps to dither,
Does the past still hold dominion?
Do you wish to wallow in it?

Ignite your charge,
Blow the bridge sky high,
Reduce it to ash and nothingness,
Consign it to antiquity,
You’re an engineer of your future now.

I’m a man of words,
But not of talking,
Not of tongues,
If I attempt it,
My throat gains an eerie rasp,

When I behold you,
I try to sweetly exalt,
The words in my mind,
Cradled in lilac and sugar,
Flying on wings of cherubs,

But the words inexplicably contort,
Into an unearthly sound of breath,
Of hellish design,
My tongue rebels,
A shrill auditory talent show,

I appear a banshee,
Spewing screams,
All nerves and sinew,
A nonsensical wheeze,
No longer angelic,

My eyes gaping,
Your answer so desirous,
Yet also apocalyptically alarming,
It could make me rasp,
It could kill me.

I’ve warred for so long,
Atop this charnel everest,
Carnage and graves sprout around me,
Dead words and stanzas,
I’m exhausted,

I don’t want to fight anymore,
This inky sabre has grown burdensome,
My guard descends,
I won’t surrender,
But I shan’t kill again,

If pushed to raise blades again or perish,
I’d choose death every time,
Let the curtain fall,
End me,
And light a candle for a poet.

I once met a woman,
Hair of sand,
And heart of gold,
A bastion of blessings,
Dented armour of life experience,
A shield of friends hopes,

You’re no damsel,
You don’t need rescuing,
You’re a warrior,
A shieldmaiden,
You’re on the front lines,
Fighting the good fight,

You’ve been a salve for my soul,
Along with many others,
You’ve pulled together a tribe,
A human sanctum,
A family of introverts,
A family of soldiers,

With your hand upon our shoulders,
We are a battleline for good.

Somedays I long to be a contortionist,
A performer,
A sculptor of the body,
Creating the impossible with their form,
A Durvasa pose of my own,

Remold the rubber,
To rearrange oneself,
From this hideous thing,
Into an enticing object,
Improvement through pain,

Dislocate the flaws,
Reset the bones,
Loose joints of a broken soul,
Put this to there,
And that to over yonder,

Part of this cirque du soleil,
I’d be a human anew,
A macabre sculpture,
Something magnitudes more alluring,
But would I be myself?
Or just part of the troupe?

Hey engineer friend,
I think I’m due a refit,
I don’t feel fully functional,

Oh engineer friend,
Can you give my face a lick of paint?
It seems this smile is fading,

Oh engineer friend,
Could you inspect my skeletal hands?
They refuse to stop shaking,

Oh engineer friend,
I fear my optics are defective,
They continually leak beryl slop,

Oi engineer friend,
Could you fix me up a new heart?
This organic one has grown gangrenous,

Oh engineer friend,
Could you 3D print me a new soul?
This one is discolored and dented,

Well engineer friend,
Perhaps a new model is required,
Perchance I ought to retire to the scrapyard.