December 31st, 2012
Our breath forms in the abyss of winter
clammy clouds of whispered tongue secrets
and smashed kisses
we hold in our tumbling minds
sea glass swimming in an undulation descent.
As the mist rises
apparitions of memories
ghosts of lusts and desires
we realize
how intertwined our scars are
and how empty the light can lie
with no love to brighten the sky
as birds fly
hiding from the ghastly interventions.
Lips sore form trading incandescent
palpable
songs of
thrashing love.
Hands sore from grasping on to last life lines
and palms cut open and leaking scarlet vines
of spiraling life
as we hold on through the gales of strife.
Our eyes shine with undiscovered youth
and we crave whatever kind if idiotic truth
we can grasp our text blocked skin on
as we watch the stars die and give way to the incredulous dawn.
We know they lie
as they stare us in our too bright high eyes
but we want to believe what they say
when they whisper promises of Versailles
The birds light up the dying sky
as the poison of a bleeding thigh
spreads its velvet entity
and the death of an identity.
As spring's breast grew lush with the beryl light
of the withering winter blight
I thought I had discovered some gem
that comes with the passing of the glen
and in the end
all it was was an extend
of fraudulent feelings and emotions
as I'm pulled under the dancing oceans.
Red roses
the color of imposes
can't repay the debt and the pain
as I washed my broken skin in that strain
all to disposable vain.
Our breath forms in the abyss of winter
clammy clouds of whispered tongue secrets
and smashed kisses
we hold in our tumbling minds
sea glass swimming in an undulation descent.
As the mist rises
apparitions of memories
ghosts of lusts and desires
we realize
how intertwined our scars are
and how empty the light can lie
with no love to brighten the sky
as birds fly
hiding from the ghastly interventions.
Lips sore form trading incandescent
palpable
songs of
thrashing love.
Hands sore from grasping on to last life lines
and palms cut open and leaking scarlet vines
of spiraling life
as we hold on through the gales of strife.
Our eyes shine with undiscovered youth
and we crave whatever kind if idiotic truth
we can grasp our text blocked skin on
as we watch the stars die and give way to the incredulous dawn.
We know they lie
as they stare us in our too bright high eyes
but we want to believe what they say
when they whisper promises of Versailles
The birds light up the dying sky
as the poison of a bleeding thigh
spreads its velvet entity
and the death of an identity.
As spring's breast grew lush with the beryl light
of the withering winter blight
I thought I had discovered some gem
that comes with the passing of the glen
and in the end
all it was was an extend
of fraudulent feelings and emotions
as I'm pulled under the dancing oceans.
Red roses
the color of imposes
can't repay the debt and the pain
as I washed my broken skin in that strain
all to disposable vain.