Entrenched and aching,
In a mild prison, that is barred by soft breasts,
And visions of a delight that never arrives
If you can look into the darkness,
That I have erected in the midst of my perfection,
You might tumble into rapturous laughter,
Gently urinating on my funny dreams
There’s a girl who lives in a cottage,
That stands beside a thin river
She lives alone, she smiles,
She bakes bread, has a dog,
Drinks whisky every night
She spares no mercy to offer her heart to the world of men,
To lend her ears to the tremors of fear that rule our world
No television, no radio, no internet,
Just her whisky, dog, and bread.
She’s happy, I’ve kissed her, loved her in summer,
Hated her at fall, touched her warm skin in winter
I’ve known her fears, tasted her dreams,
Drank her whisky, stolen her wine.
Her life rolls on toward oblivion,
Like the stars do at dawn.
She spares no thought for tomorrow’s possibilities,
And dies to the whispers of midnight light.
Lyrical delight leads us to naught but damnation,
Too much I have kept my hopes in verse
Invested my heart in beauteous tones,
Strung my heart to give life to words.
I have no complaints. Just a broken heart,
And a mind too small to hold and embrace,
Its endless frames of melancholy.
Words exist to tell lies.
There is nothing a word can tell,
That is anything but a lie.
Can you see? Look far into your mind,
Can you see?
Without words, our lives are nothing,
And yet everything, and nothing.
Without words, these constructions of color,
Have no place in existence.
Our world is a world of words,
And we, the most gifted of all liars,
We wondrous tellers of verses,
We poets, we dreamers,
We weave the deepest,
And most elusive of all worlds.
I feel like my soul empties into the night,
As I give birth to more verse.
You cannot see, no looking into me.
I bleed. A blood that has no taste,
From a spirit that has no breath.
I am the messenger of death,
And I say to you,
“Go now, live. Tomorrow is a tearful thing,
Death is our blessing. Our end, our gift.
Tonight you see only the endless sky,
So, that when death comes,
You might see beyond it.”