for how long will you strike your home,
feeling as the darkness spill onto this carpet.
You’ve cursed yourself at the behest of this darkness,
this atrocious thing you insist on carrying,
that you forgot the call of Light you carry
Did it make your being bloom and glow at this insistent strike
Do you not feel its sheer terror at your breathing Light?
You must wring it out…
cleanse it off you,
Out of your homes
out of these walls…
You must beckon your truth from beyond
I do not have the luxury you see,
A foreign soul in this ancient continent
to dance my wiles away.
See my worries accompany me as i sip this drink….
The hopes of my parents sidle next to me,
intertwining their aching fingers with mine, drowning all else as i try to loose myself in this dance.
My only escape,
Your mouth on mine…breath on skin…sweet respite.
i do not have the luxury to linger in this sweet place…
For i am burdened by my parents prayers
dragged even to the concrete jungle.
for you see, my respite has no place here,
in this foreign continent i tread on.
I will make of these weary bones,
creaking and fragile to the touch,
sweet melodies from beyond Valhalla.
Music of life shall i make from the embers of Death;
conjuring sweet poetry from these ashes
to sate you.
From these cinders,
will your soul will get its fill.
within these embers,
ambrosia shall burst forth.
I have learned to wade into the shallow waters of pain.
To recognize my reflection in its murky waves
letting my body, weighless to its power
surrender to this undulating will
I bare witness as my ego sinks to the bottom,
feeding the ravenous hunger that fill it
dying a little from this unwanted surrender.
I claw at life,
searching for respite.
Hoping against these insistent waters
to find revival in its depth.
for nourishment to fill my soul, in this place
Here i lay with my home;
watching the dawn kiss the earth, ‘rousing it from slumber.
playing the fool…waiting
for the night to fall that i may lay;
with this darkness,
this place i call home
allowing our sins spill over into the silent hours of dawn
I’d always known your ugliness lay beneath the surface;
Now i sit across from you
witnessing and pleasuring in your undoing;
watching as that veneer of charisma is ripped like the earth
to unravel the very depth of your ugliness.
I watch in glee
as your very words reveal the darkness that you tried to feed me
And i breathe for with each layer peeled,
i finally see my beauty