Broken fingers whisper their rite
Of walls clawed in soft distress
Those eyes stripped of sight
Body fraught with quiet duress
-
That mind built as a levee
To halt the tides of emotion
Lead walls that hold back the sea
Yet nothing can hold the wrathful ocean
-
So those fingers claw to bone
Trying to escape that prison
Broken hands attempting to hone
Pretending the phoenix risen

I wonder how you gaze upon your past
Those years I mared your path
An inkwell spilling upon pages of youth
-
Do you feel heat in your cheeks at mention of me
That vile thing you dared let touch you
Does your stomach drop with reflection
Of memories stained by my presence
-
If I look back upon our time
A deep shame of my weight upon you
I was a shoulder breaking burden
And a growth too late expunged
-
Yet you survived
And how well I wish your journey may be

Self Harm 

I could ask why your god drew me this way
My harsh lines crude and disproportionate
I could ask why he gave me this skin
This suit that does not express I
His tempered ideology written in my being
A resentment sewn deep within my bones
Why would benevolence commit such a crime
Sentence his own creation to damnation
I could ask a great many questions of him
Hands raised high to call upon his will
A pair of bloodied knees from anticipation
But the clouds would never answer
And silence is deafening

Whispered songs for autumn nights
Soft verses form withered heights
Warm breath to awaken the stars
Cold lips and the passing cars
Worlds fly past as the nights grow long
Summer fades to Winter's song

In Luang Prabang there is a spot
Where the corpses of your brothers rot
Where every corpse is a patriot
Every corpse is a hero
Mourn you dead land of the free
If you wanna be a hero follow me
Mourn your dead land of the free
If you wanna be a hero follow me
-
Dave Van Ronk, Luang Prabang

With the twist of a wrist we run

My mare screams as I encourage her

To open her lungs and sprint

The wind becomes grasping hands

Trying to tear me from my saddle

Faster,
Faster,
Faster! I beg

Willing that wind to clear the storm within my head.

My foot pulls without thought

She listens, pushing herself harder

Trying to please my troubled heart

My world is nothing but her breath

The pavement a light grey blur

Below my eyes a needle leaves '100' behind

Along with my thoughts

Every night she sleeps fearful of those that lie beneath her.
Monstrous demons with fangs tearing the night
Deep growls shaking her core beyond self recognition

Am I worth more
Than the weight of my blood
The shape of my bones
A handful of my skin

I find myself thinking of endings
How dust cannot know what it left behind
It's achievements
It's losses

Broken fingers whisper their rite
Of walls clawed in soft distress
Those eyes stripped of sight
Body fraught with quiet duress
-
That mind built as a levee
To halt the tides of emotion
Lead walls that hold back the sea
Yet nothing can hold the wrathful ocean
-
So those fingers claw to bone
Trying to escape that prison
Broken hands attempting to hone
Pretending the phoenix risen

Brave little soldier
Carry with you that heart of gold
Tread lightly across the earth
Float freely through the sky
-
Strong little guardsmen
Show compassion to those you've met
Voice used to quell the fighting
Gunpowder and grenades shadowed
By the sound of your singing
-
Tired little soul
When your battles are gone
And sunset conquered the fields
Come back to us
To rest your weary limbs

With the twist of a wrist we run
My horse screams as I encourage her
To open her lungs and sprint
The wind becomes grasping hands
Trying to tear me from my saddle
Faster,
Faster,
Faster! I beg
Willing that wind to clear the storm within my head.
My foot pulls without thought
She listens, pushing herself harder
Trying to please my troubled heart
My world is nothing but her breath
The pavement a light grey blur
Below my eyes a needle leaves '100' behind
Along with my thoughts

A fog can bring magic to a lonely night
Mist in the air can make centuries disappear
The mind uncertain if a car will drive by
Or a horse drawn carriage
The world dwindles down to what is seen
What is heard
Sound travels unnaturally at short distance
The eyes begin to lie
Shadows become demons
The safe path we've known unfamiliar
That fog, that lowridden cloud becomes reality
Upon a world it cannot truly touch

Lay beside me in the woods
Our lungs will steal the air
We'll let the grass grow beneath us
The cool earth a break from our world
Come tangle with me in the trees
I'll learn the songbird's notes
The wolf's howl to become your own
The night will beg our sonnets
Dance with me within the meadow
Long grasses keeping track of strides
Feel the spirits brush your skin
Their footsteps keeping pace with ours
Lay beside me in the woods
We'll return what we borrowed
Songs and breath joyfully used

Come into my hell
Witness the corpses dance upon me
Take a jump out of your shell
Feel the fire set you free
Please, eat within my hall
The flesh of your kind within your jaw
Then feel your humanity fall
The soul shaken from what you saw
Go, crawl back to your holy land
A place of hidden promise and lie
Slither and hide beneath hot sand
A fitting tomb for you to die

I have felt the soft kiss of tequila once more
Washed upon the sand on this drunken shore
Life decisions always lead me here
My own apathy and common fear
Yet I do not remember why I drink
Within my thoughts I cannot think
Assumptions of hidden desires within
Perhaps I cannot live with the sin

I was raised to believe my God was man
A stern hand and strong voice from heaven
Sunken face with cold eyes
Yet how could he give life?
Hard hands meant for war and plague
No, I think there lies a Goddess
Mother to us all
Giver of life and love
Her fair hands to guide us
My goddess doesn't revel in war
She doesn't kill with hatred
This Goddess is the light in the dark
My Goddess welcomes all with open arms

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