Do you know how to love, part II

When everyone is asleep
and this town is so horribly silent
I lay awake
and inhale the depths of me.
I long to slip away
and color my eyelids,
bright as a newlyweds eyes
black as the fingers of night.

In the midst

of everything I yearn for
there is a darker voice
within the void of my havens.

I can’t tighten my fingers around the bricks
I need to pull from the walls surrounding
for my bones have fractured
due to massive forces.

As much as I long to disappear
as much as I need not be found here
the traces are showing fast
since my feet has been dragging heavily.

The weight is my heart
the heaviest of all
the gravity within a dream
mentions all but blood
and everything but my heart seems drained.

Dreams may mend the soul
but never set me free
moments to take me away
carelessly.

Do you know how to love?

I don’t think you know how to love,
because your eyes aren’t shining
when you speak of love
while your hands are trembling.
When this pitiful town falls asleep
and comes so perfectly silent
I’ll lay awake and wonder;
are you man or are you broken still?

I find it so hard
to seep in the venom your eyes are dripping
though my heart seems so prepared
to drink the poison you painfully leak.
I cannot tighten my fingers around the bricks
I need to pull from the walls surrounding
for my bones have tragically fractured
due to your liquid hearts massive forces.

This is the weight of my heart
the heaviest of all
pulling wires
and placing traces of hope in your bloody hands.

A poem

I think, loving you;
feels like melting apart slowly
whilst kissing ever so gently
a furious bush filled with thorns.
I often wonder;
are you really like morning
though you speak like afternoon?
question unanswered still,
words floating about like a leaf in the wind.

I’d like to empty myself completely

and put my words in your mouth
but I’m not sure
if I seek truth or lie in reality.
Before sunrise
I’ll sail the violent waves of your veins
racing for that heart of yours
that I grew ever so fondly of.

Your teeth are laughing at me
except sound is seldom.

To dwell on someone, you

I don’t need to dwell
but I spend hours dwelling
on the past
on the present
and I swirl like a leaf in a blizzard
till I fall.

Do you believe in love?
because the moment I loved
I fell flat
on my face
and I swear, it blew my brains out.

I guess it couldn’t co-exist with my heart
which lives to wander
near the ocean
beneath the street lights
liquor lost
love struck.

By the time I left the shore
my heart seemed to not be beating anymore
stop
such a peculiar sight.

What a lovely way to pass
in a blur
in a haze
in a silent scream
a death race.

Time to bleed gold
upon the blue I’ve created
in my soul
around the heart
that binds us.

Because I love you
the virus you are
the worlds you’ve claimed
and have in your hands
dimensions in spades.


Slit their throats
as they blindly believe
in everything
in you.

The Battle

Don’t decide
you don’t need eyes to see
open the doors to heaven
leave vengeance at foot.
Darkness is a must,
blackness is before birth
for a star to shine bright
hovering in the night sky.

Leave me be
but don’t forget
let me suffer behind the curtains
when the grass turns green
I’ll be free.
Don’t worry
wonder if you must
I only wander empty
no pain, just lust.

The longing
the desire I hold so dear
holds me lonesome
with a touch of fear.

A fear I despise
for I have wished to feel nothing
broken is a good way to start
how can I fix for better, if I was never apart?

Don’t look for me
when I walk the streets thin
I seek
moments of truth suspended in time
they honestly seem hard to find.

For what I see
the sights I gaze upon
and the color of the sky
might turn out to be a lie.

What shade of blue
does my eyes look like to you?

Pulse

I suppose there is a pulse
always was, always will be
vibrating notions
eating away beneath this skin.
When the sun peaks
time has come
to drink a cup of strength
and leap out into the sunset.

Behind a wooden frame
I met glossy eyes and cheap escapes
hiding behind empty faces
and this is where I run for dear life.
Yet, there is a wink of passion
written on paper
by a mind so distant
it never mattered.

And it the greenest of lights
something fed upon
voices, minds and visions
until it moved along on its bicycle.

Morning Glory

Waltzing around in morning light,
behind a truck coughing blood
while my thoughts flow
behind glass.
What if
the stars started falling from the sky
or gathered in the darkness
behind my eyelids.

Hopeless dreams
wicked thoughts
you call it a gift
I call it a curse.

It hits like pits of fire
in the middle of the night
like burning kisses
no peace, no rest.

Even in the morning
behind bloody wheels
I see nothing
consumed in thought.

And behind blue walls
where you will never enter
I scream without cracking my lips
ghostly winds
another soothing breeze
you’d think.