Bring Night

May 4th 2011

Brushed aside by secrets
Feelings unrevealed
Contents of mind confined
A mouth securely sealed
Selective in one’s speech
Words that never slip
But slippery as watered soap
Or even oil slicks.
A twisted verbal tango
A mind with such unrest
Show distrust and faulty love
When all words are dressed,
We claim this land a bounty
We plant within, the fruit
Volcanoes now erupting
Cover growth with sickening soot.
An ear at half attention
Desperate crying pleas
They knock upon your lands
But are dismissed to seas,
So thus I am a sailor
But trust I do want out
I see darkened skies and lightning
Beside the water spouts.

What paints a morbid picture?
Such clashing color blends
From beginning onto middle
And middle onto ends?
They touch and mix and venture
To regions slight unknown
Journey, wander, seeking land
And then returning home,
But what could exist out there
That requires me behind?
Render me estrange to fact
Familiar to basic lines.
Commit to me a tale of myth
But commit to me no prose
Commit to me a fiction
Uncommitted in the growth
As lava flows it burns slowly
Our garden up in flames
Through fire, struggle, and turmoil
It suffers all the same,
Why can’t there be resolution?
Why are efforts so very bare?
Why can’t we cure pollution?
Why must we choke on air?

A world, a world, it’s in my palm
But falls on it’s own whim
And it and I were arm in arm
But now I just can’t win.
I’ve faced the natural forces
Set fire to the wind
Made liquid entire continents
Made blessing out of sin
But my impossible mission lies
Not in what is of the earth
But of matters of the soul and heart
Higher gravity and girth,
Heavenly in it’s posture
Of beauty is her form
As deadly as the devils claw
But gentle in her warmth
I wake to find a demon
I sleep at angels side
I wake and I am surely dead
At night I am alive.

My thoughts are each a ghost
My house becomes my grave
I’m forced to struggle and toil
until my oldest age,
I recall a word of wisdom
The life of those in arts
Are plagued to suffer forever
Until their bodies fall apart
I never could agree with this
For poetry’s no curse
There’s much to set correct
And here is what is first.
It isn’t I alone you see
There yet is another
As close as any sibling is
My sweet and gentle lover,
With work and love result will show
With work and love repairs,
But work is crude and temporary
So we are my career.

I close with thoughts unwound
And every truth confessed
I walk forward empty minded
And love within my chest
My best foot stepping forward
My hand is full of strength
How wyrd our string my seem
When eternal is it’s length.