Hanging there
A passion lame
She lost her memory in my sadness
My dry rote of passing speech
She’s fading ever faster
As I ring and ring and ring
My focus rippling soft
Having settled in the pond
And how to choose to love
When love no more responds?
I kept her in my dreams
Where her words were blessed in my memories
Her scathing admirations
As a soul never did tango with your complexities
Except for me
And (I’m/she’s) losing our minds
At the holy feast
Our brothers (deposing/imposing) upon our sanities
Our last supper in mad confessional
Raping psychologie
And calling out the devil
In a wickered man
A scapegoat for the moral burden
Of the holy family
As thus enticed of a Slavic witchery
I’m dancing with my devils
Tempting fate
The expression of a suppressed history
Like an asexual orgasm of ontology
Cronache nere
Silent falls the muse
The siren of our lust
The furies of our imaginings’ (anomalies/
Black swans in the grassy fair)
A beauty fatal for its charitable becoming
Always there
Merely a white collar thievery
Whom got away with love
Late this one long night
So as not to die a wretched miser
By charitable display
The cage of an ambitious soul
Whom inhales of dreams from the flames young rising
So as to flicker his deceit
And ghost the scarcity of some dry kindling
Some bitter concept biding its time
I’ve conceptualized to the marrow of my mind
To gather the slim (branches/thoughts) worthy of love
Though it seems then now hath been evaded
Straight on through the hollow core
As has been’s sung
Thee have felt love swell
And heard it wane
Watched it die
And can feel it resurrected
God is love shall give
The angels charge over you
Dancing with the fallen
All of thy love as perennial as the grass
You are the rose of Sharon
And the lily of the valley
The hawthorn blossoms (in doubt/indebted)
So as a ripe bud of belief
Carries its weight onto the wind
She branded me the devil
Always there
The bloody spot that just wouldn’t come out
Like when I was a young boy
Blithely drawing blood with thorny branches
Corazón espinado
And I swallowed the sacrament
On an empty gut instinct
The streets will be my lover tonight
Wherein this blood is in the water
And the sharks are circling
A moonset red crescent
Commitment to the solitude
You’ve killed me
Though not so quick as I could cut myself
I’ve seen her cutting feign
And I’ve cheated death this time
I’ve duped the fates her pain
Perhaps we must come to trust our bloody hands
Before our white horse gods
If only so as to sing their names
Out over the goddess’ birth’ Platonic union
I could not conceive a child in her desperation
No
Despite life a desperate roulette
I washed my furies through my razor tears
Pouring upon thine incised veins
Many rivers running my bloody bloody hands
Out damn guilt I curse thee out
For only with her devilry you stand
And I’ve taken now the leading step
So as to dance the devil (shut her/shudder) out of me
Loveless in the fair
(Wilting/lilting) thus so masterfully
Come come
Comme pour laisser
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